About Abruzzo

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Scanno with snow 1

Mountains / Province of L'Aquila

Scanno

We weren’t intending to stop for refreshments but as soon as we arrive in Scanno we spot a tree-shaded terrace and tables spread with pretty cotton cloths.  Irresistible. We take our seats. The cake Out comes the waitress to take our order. Seeing me dither, she suggests I try the local speciality, Pan dell’Orso. Bear bread.  Given the name, I could be forgiven for expecting something more substantial than the small domed bun which, disappointingly, arrives wrapped in cellophane. The wrapper describes it as a light fluffy cake of almonds and honey covered in the finest chocolate.  This is confirmed in a couple of bites. And then it’s gone. Transumanza I...

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Mountains / Province of L'Aquila

Scanno Lake

It happened on a winter’s night One dark and stormy night, so the legend goes, a traveller was on his way by donkey-drawn cart to Scanno. In the village of Villalago a family offered him hospitality and (I’m sure of it) a bowl of steaming pasta e fagioli. But in spite of the worsening weather he decided to press on.  Who knows, perhaps he was driven by the image of his own cosy hearth and the pale, anxious faces of his wife and small children as they awaited his return. Or maybe he was just one of those stubborn individuals who never realize when they’re on a winning streak....

Lago Barrea and mountains 1

Mountains / Province of L'Aquila

Lago Barrea

For me, one thing distinguishes Lago Barrea from all the other lakes in Abruzzo:  it’s the only one I’ve actually swum in. I’m not a fan of bathing in lakes. I’m squeamish about muddy bottoms. Not to mention murky water and what might be lurking there.  I blame it on growing up in a country of lochs where monsters are known to thrive. So it took a lot to get me into this lake.  It took a hot, sweaty day on the road and a great longing to wash away a layer of travel dust.  It took the inviting glossy perfection of the lake itself. And it helped that...

San Domenico lake and hermitage from bridge 3

Mountains / Province of L'Aquila

San Domenico Lake

A peaceful green place Tinted by the algae under its shimmering surface and reflecting the foliage around its shores, it’s a study in green. No wonder it’s also known as the emerald lake. Officially, this lake is named after San Domenico, whom we’ve already met. He’s the Benedictine monk whose statue, draped in writhing snakes, is borne aloft in Cocullo every year in the May procession. The lake is named after him because he set up his hermitage here around the year 1000. At that time there would have just been the Sagittario River flowing through the gorge. The artificial lake was formed in the early twentieth century when...

Houses in Pescasseroli 0

Mountains / Province of L'Aquila

Pescasseroli

As temperatures near the coast continue to soar we take to the hills. More precisely, we head for the Parco Nazionale di Abruzzo, Lazio and Molise and we have chosen Pescasseroli as our base. As we drive into town it’s as if we’ve changed countries. The air has a zing to it. The grass is a healthy green, in contrast to the sun-bleached variety we have left behind, and the trees nod in the breeze. Houses have sloping roofs and wooden window boxes from which tumble cascades of scarlet geraniums. Signs point us to the ski slopes.   Pescasseroli is, in fact, best known as a winter resort. But...

Engrance to walk, Camosciara 1

Mountains / Province of L'Aquila

La Camosciara

For Nature Lovers Only There are positive signs that our proposed trek in La Camosciara nature reserve will be, as the guidebook suggests, a ‘passeggiata’.  The word for walk is frequently used in a figurative sense to underline that something is easy, a mere walk in the park. As we drive into the immense carpark we spot numerous families with small children preparing for the endeavour. How hard can it be? The long unwinding road It is, though, quite a hot day and the first part of the walk in La Camosciara is through open, sunburnt countryside.  The white dusty road stretches towards the Marsicani mountain range, a hazy...

Castello Aragonese, Ortona 0

Province of Chieti / The Coast

Ortona

Gateway to the Trabocchi Coast It’s a fickle kind of day and as I roam the grounds of the Castello Aragonese in Ortona the sun skulks behind fat clouds.  Far below, the changing colours of the Adriatic reflect the moodiness of the sky. Castello Aragonese Like Vasto, Ortona is built on a clifftop and the Castle commands magnificent views up and down the coast. Built on a previous structure in the fifteenth century by the Aragonese, the latest in a long succession of invaders, it eventually became a noble residence, only to be destroyed during World War II. Entrance costs nothing and roaming the grounds high above the sea feels...

table set for dinner on a Trabocco 1

Province of Chieti / The Coast

Trabocchi Dining

Heaven awaits We have been on an evening tour and we get there as darkness is falling. Which is why we narrowly miss being flattened by a family of cyclists out late on the Ciclovia Adriatica. They alert us with friendly shouts and a trill of bells and we jump back to let them pass. Off they go, their bicycle lamps twinkling like fireflies in the fading light. Safe once more on the other side, we descend towards a tiny pebble beach, at the far end of which are steps leading up to a trabocco-restaurant. It is ablaze with light, like some unearthly spacecraft that has just landed on its...

Rigging of trabocco and sea beyond 1

Province of Chieti / The Coast

An Evening on the Trabocchi Coast

Fruit always tastes better when it’s stolen.  I don’t know who said that but I know of no reason to doubt it. Which is why I find myself ducking under the fruit-laden boughs of a fig tree on a warm evening in late summer.  Forbidden Fruit The figs are the ‘white’ variety as opposed to the plump ‘black’ or wine-coloured fruit of late season. Their skins, though, are green. They are also small and hard, a consequence, perhaps, of the recent drought. But when we peel back the skin the creamy fruit inside is pulpy and sweet. And very sticky. Luckily there is a tap nearby where we rinse...

Cocullo, Abruzzo 1

Mountains / Province of L'Aquila

Cocullo

A Quiet Place Cocullo is like a ghost town. There is no one about. As we climb the silent winding streets to the tower, we pass windows boarded up and wooden doors – no doubt beautiful in their time – still in place but gnarled by time and neglect. I half expect tumbleweed to come rolling down the streets towards us. There is life at the top, though not human life.  A flock of swifts, black darts against the azure sky, are giving an aerobatics display. It is still early morning. We rest for a while beneath the twelfth century tower, admiring the still sturdy medieval stonework and enjoying...