A Day off in Pescara

Today I decided I needed to take the day and relax and catch up with my family. Madera gave me a ride to Pescara, a beach town about 23km from Roccamorice. On the way she told me about the different towns and culture. She believes that Roccamorice is more closed minded and not social, where the neighboring town, which looks charming, is much nicer.

Once in Pescara I set out to accomplish a number of things. First and very important, I made an appointment for a manicure. After all the gardening and working in the yard my nails were so bad that I was hiding them in the evenings. I just could not get them clean.

Then I had to get my computer fixed. I panicked the night before when I could not get the computer to log into my user. I spent over an hour with Computer Discount (they did not speak English so it took most of the time to get them to understand what I needed). Finally he was able to get my computer back to normal. It was such a relief, since this is my only link outside of Tholos to family and friends.

I had a laundry list of things to buy, including a hair dryer. I have been air drying my hair and it is looking pretty bad. My hair is now longer than I can remember and it is hanging down from not styling it. The hair coloring is working but I am not sure I like the dark hair (without highlights). Wow, am I going to a hair dresser when I get back. I know you are tired of hearing about my hair.

I took a walk along the beach. Since it is still pretty cold for the beach, it was deserted. It looks like a wonderful beach town and I would love to see it in the summer. Other than shopping and beach, there is not much to do in Pescara.
I was then able to talk with all my children, parents, and husband. It was so nice to see my parents. My sister was visiting so they could actually see me. They have been so worried and, of course, want me to come home.

Last was the bus trip back. Everyone knows how I hate the bus system. I was actually very good and made it to the Pit Stop Bar. The walk home with a backpack was another story. I was lost… not sure how it happened, since I have been on this road before. After walking for 30 minutes up hill (yes Casey would be so proud of me), I stopped to ask for directions. Of course we were communicating in Italian. Zela drove by just in the nick of time. She was running an errand for bread.

I arrived in time to help serve dinner to the guests (15 people tonight). I have never waited tables. I enjoyed it. I still cannot carry more than two things. Paula gave me a disgusted (yes that look in Italian is the same) when I was using my body to hold it up rather than balance on my arm. Not sure they will let me tomorrow, since it will be a big crowd with all Italians. Tonight two of the tables spoke English. On group was from Chicago and the other from Toronto Canada.

Looking forward to eating all the food the next two days. I will be giving you a description of the menu, so stay tuned.

Ciao for now