Kate decided to take a sleeping pill the night before to get through the night on the boat. Little did she know the crew would be blasting a wake up call, consisting if American pop music only 6 hours after we went to sleep. She was not very happy in the morning and Tim literally had to drag her out of bed so we could depart the boat.
We arrived in Ancona early and Kate needed coffee ASAP, but we had no idea how to order coffee in Italy and quickly found out "caffe" is not a cup of coffee but an espresso shot. We went to the train station and a woman at the information desk gave us a town to stop in on our way to Pescara, Italy. So we stopped for a few hours, ate some great sandwiches, ordered cappachinos instead of caffes, and went to the beach. Kate's neck was really bothering her so Tim graciously carried both backpacks for a few blocks...an older Italian man laughed when he saw him and called him a mule. After a nap and some tanning at the beach we headed to Pescara.
We followed the directions to the hostel, and it was Siesta time so no one was in the streets of Italy. We finally find the address, and it's this older apartment building and had no clue which door it was. We decide to walk around to try to find a pay phone, and after about 30 minutes (very hot and with our packs) we find a pay phone and call the hostel. It was actually a cell phone number of the woman that runs the hostel and she happened to be right around the corner, and led us back to the hostel. We dropped our stuff off, rested, and went out to a late dinner.
Pescara is a really nice beach town on the coast of the Adriatic sea, completely full of Italians (obviously) but the first place we were in where we really felt like the only Americans and nobody spoke English. We find a restaurant on the beach and the hostess had to search for someone that spoke English or at least a little to take our order. We both had amazing seafood pasta and then after we went to a beach bar where a few guys were playing live music. No fireworks, burgers, or red solo cups, but still a great day.
Day 18
Today was Kate's big 22 birthday. And surprisingly really wanted to go for a run that morning. Tim really not wanting to go, making up the temperature of outside to try to deter Kate from wanting to go. Nevertheless, as those who have spent birthdays with Kate she reminded him what day it was and we went on a run along the beach. We walked around a little bit and Kate headed to the beach while Tim tried to look for a birthday present, except nobody spoke English and none of the stores were open in the afternoon. He nevertheless surprised her with her favorite treat from Ireland, digestive biscuts, and a chocolate bar...she couldn't be happier.
We went out to old town Pescara for a late dinner in a tiny restaurant on a winding street. The waiter spoke a little English but seemed very happy to be able to practice it and to tell us all about Pescara. We both had homemade pasta with lamb and a chocolate mousse dessert, which the waiter pressed us into ordering once he found out it was Kate's birthday. The waiter, very generously, gave us some homemade liquor to try after dinner. It was the worst thing either one of us had tasted. It tasted super smoky and literally like pure wood. Neither one of us could finish it and we didn't want to offend the waiter so while he wasn't looking Tim poured some out in the bushes behind us. But it was a great birthday for Kate and she thanks everyone back home who made it even more special.
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