Easter seemed like the perfect time to for a trip to Italy: not too hot, not too crowded, not too expensive. This is why I just spent about a week in Pesaro, a small town on the east coast.
Our hotel was located right between the old city center, with its endless cobblestone alleys, and the ocean. Spring had come further in Italy than up here in Scandinavia, but it was still too cool to swim or do anything more beachy than just walk. Since our main goal with this trip was wining and dining, that was fine though. More than fine, heavenly actually.
“Other people go on holiday to swim and sunbathe, or shop maybe, but you, you go to eat” a friend said in disbelief. Well, yes, you bet I’ll go to Italy to eat. Italy is like Mecca for food lovers. If I could eat only from one cuisine for the rest of my life, it would be Italian for sure. Consequently, our days were spent either eating or passing time until it was time to eat again.
Pesaro is perfect for passing time. All you have to do is sit down on the piazza an order a cappuccino, or a gelato, or Prosecco, and watch people for a couple of hours or so. When that gets old, it’s probably time for a siesta anyways so you’re fit for some more eating and people watching later. I was slightly tipsy and comfortably full (well, sometimes a little bit too full) the entire week.
It really was a great vacation. If I didn’t have to worry about things like making money, paying mortgage and getting fat, I’d move to Italy and become a professional vacationer in a heartbeat.