Up here in the mountains of Abruzzo, one of the coldest and most isolated regions of Italy, it’s not your dolce vita, spaghetti, sunshine and Maseratis. It’s not sophisticated or sleek, and gorgeous young people don’t laugh and flirt in the vibrant sunlit streets from morning til night. Granny isn’t nattering with her matronly pals and shelling beans in some shady corner, and mamma certainly isn’t gazing lovingly for hours over a simmering sugo in the kitchen.
No, Abruzzo’s none of that glib claptrap at all, and if you have the patience and interest ( and if I do too), I’ll write us little stories about other kinds of Italy.
Out There & In Here 