First days here

Day 1. September 24, Saturday

Day one started way too early to my liking, at about 4:30 when we moved out. Although I didn't go to sleep at all that night. I did right. Nick came around 4:20 and then we headed off with my dad, my brother-in-law and my cousin. And Nick, of course.
At one of the roadside shops I finally saw Arizona tea. I didn't know you can buy Arizona tea in Russia.

There were three varieties: Green tea with Ginseng, Chinese Apple (Pomegranate) and Blueberry white tea.

We dropped my bro-in-law and cousin at one of the airports and then Dad took me and Nick to the other one. We were way too early for the check-in and the flight. So we parked and Dad got his sleep. Nick smoked a lot. A LOT.
Then when it was time, Dad headed back home and we had to check-in. I put some of my luggage into Nick's suitcase because his was underweight, luckily.
We had too much fun at the airport (I'll link you to this post right here) and on the plane.

We landed at about 20:00 (we were late for two hours, how crazy is that). Then two more hours by car and finally we can sleep.
Nick was staying at my mom's friends' place.

Day 2. September 25, Sunday

Next morning after the breakfast I ran some errands and went to fetch Nick. I showed him around the city a bit, and took him home along the seashore and the port. Though Lungomare (promenade) is not very impressive right where I live. He stayed at our place for a couple of hours (we were at the balcony, using Wi-Fi, the fresh wind and the opportunity to watch Christian downstairs) until it was time to go to the station. The train was late for half an hour. And so we waited, and when it arrived finally it remained for only half a minute, literally. We only had time to push him and his valigia (suitcase) into the carriage.
Nick's mom lives in Calabria, so he had another 7 or 8 hours of traveling. Poverino.

Day 3. September 26, Monday

On the third day I finally got to go to the beach! I haven't seen the sea for so long, I almost forgot how it looked liked, for real. And so, off to the beach I went. I luckily took my DSLR camera with me. But before that let me show you a low-quality video of my first encounter with the sea.

An hour or so later a small group of people arrived to the vacant beach. A bride, a groom, a photographer and a videographer. They were doing a whole boring routine of every wedding - taking boring pictures. But then something funny happened, they took off their shoes and walked barefoot along the water. And finally, the groom jumped into the waves, fully dressed. And after a while he dragged the bride into the water as well, also fully dressed.
I took a couple of pictures too, they look so happy together.

Day 4. September 27, Tuesday 

Two days a week there's a mercato at the central part of the city. You can buy anything there. From clothes to shoes to accessories and from flowers to fruit to sweets. I enjoy just walking around there, watching people bargaining.

flowers, ofc.

Fruit and veggies. Ready to go.

In the evening we went for a walk with mum. The weather was nice and warm. But the wind. It was really strong and drove my hair crazy.

the waves indicate the strength of the wind.

 After the walk mom went home and I decided to have some gelato and just walk around the city. Italian ice-cream (gelato) is something totally different from what you have in any other country. And during my previous visit I was absolutely overwhelmed with all the flavours and colours. And I tried almost every flavour possible in every city I visited. Best so far was in Grottammare, I don't remember the name of the Gelateria, mi scusate. That was long ago. This time I tried Nutella, Ananas and Pistacchio. I won't take Ananas another time, but I totally liked Pistacchio. I was literally moaning in the middle of the street. Because the ice-cream was sooo very good. And also some scenery for you.

Day 5. September 28, Wednesday

In the morning after the same breakfast as usual (caffe-latte con biscotti) we went to Ascoli Piceno (the prefettura of this province is located there). The scenery along the road is breath-taking, seriously.
We went through the gates to Piazza Arringo (I remembered the name from my previous visit there). I called one of the houses vecchia, and it turned out that you don't call anything in Italy - vecchia. You say antica. Altough it is Mercoledi (Wednesday) and the office is closed, they were able to do something about me. Well, because I went there with this guy, who used to be the Major of one of the cities in this province. Along the way, we would pinch the policemen on the cheeks and pat some really important looking people on the shoulders. It was fun. After everything was done, we went to this Caffe' Saccaria. My companions asked for caffe (i.e. espresso), i wanted cappuccino. And then they asked for caffe macchiato and the girl at the counter added a tiny bit of foamed milk to each of their cups.
What almost killed me was the way they drank their coffee. It went in one go, like a shot. And I just stood there enjoying my cappuccino, because you can't have this kind of coffee in a moment, you have to indulge in it. And man, it was good. Buonissimo.
On the way back the speed was about 160 kmph. And my coffee wanted out as buono as it was. Ugh. I was glad to be home.
After lunch (some nicely baked fish + spinaci + insalata) I went to visit a friend of my mother's in Paese alto (old part) of this city. I like it up there, it's on the hill, and the view of the sea and the rest of the city is beautiful. But this particular part was a bit washed-out and not too appealing.
Then we went shopping with mom, and then Emanuele came along. Omg. Is he hot? You bet. Is he married? Yes, unfairly so. Sometimes he's just mean and really nasty to others, but man, is he hot! And he speaks English in this godforsaken town where everyone claims to speak English and no one actually does. He has the nicest smile, the softest handshake and his eyes are just asdfghjkl. Srsly. I can't even.
Ok, and so he exchanged a couple of phrases with me, in Italian first (I didn't yet know about his English). And then he says: Benissimo. (Very good. He means, my Italian is good). And then his Nonna says: E vero, benissimo. (True, very good). And points at my impressive bosom. I mean, really? UGH. It was so awkward for all of us. Bless her, she doesn't know what she's doing. 95 yo, for real.
I'm going to watch the new episode of Glee and sleep. And hope that my trip to Napoli doesn't get cancelled. Please please please.