Our neighbors, Salvatore and Enrica took us to their beach house in Pescare. It is a large, four bedroom condominium in a gated area. We changed and walked to the beach. There is only a small strip of public beach. The rest is orderly rows of umbrellas that have small round tables and usually four reclining beach chairs by each one. Different concerns own each area. The umbrellas change colors by propriaters. There are fancier, tropical beach type umbrellas near the beach. I am assuming it cost more to be closer to the water. It was the saltiest water I have ever been in. You could just float on the surface of the water as the gentle waves swelled and ebbed underneath you.
After a few hours at the beach, leaving our umbrellas to mark our spot, we went back to the house for lunch. Lunch is the big meal of the day. We started with spagettie with black truffles that Salvatore had found, then chicken scalopini and tomato salad, bread and wine, of course, and a chocolate and fig cake. Then we took a nap.
Later in the afternoon we returned to the beach. It was clear I would never eat again just as it had been clear the day before that I would never eat again. When the afternoon had drifted toward evening we went back to our friends house, got all our stuff together and if memory serves me, had another piece of cake and then went driving around and to the port area where there is a pedestrian mall. We had gelato. (that does not count as eating) and then walked over the giant pedestrian and bicycle bridge that goes over the canal where the boats are docked. It was a great day with great friends that we can hardly speak to.
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