I am back.
After three weeks basking in the glow of family and friends in Le Marche, real life begins again.
Each year, I find it harder and harder to find the words to describe the joy of these vacations.
I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves.
At the beach in San Benedetto, dreaming of flying a kite.
Hard-core bingo (tombola).
Hard-core group bingo.
Sweet and savoury.
A favourite spot in Piazza del Popolo.
The always-stunning view of Castel Trosino.
Celebrating Sant’Emidio in Ascoli Piceno.
BBQ. The old way.
Ravioli di Ricotta (ravioli filled with ricotta).
A beautiful view in Ascoli Piceno.
A homemade cake.
Some of the beautiful roses in Rocca.
Getting ready to watch Zia Giuseppina cook.
Trying something new: Frascarelli.
Mammina in Rome.
One of my favourites: Mezze Maniche. (They were spicy!)
Pizza. Lots of pizza.
The views from the house. They never fail to take my breath away.
Pork fat with spices. I ate indecent amounts. Indecent amounts.
Zia Giuseppina’s tagliatelle. Nothing like them.
Mammina lending a helping hand.
The best pesto ever.
The stove I dream of.
The sunrise. Until next year.
See you next year, Rocca. See you next year.