Friday noon Marcos left for a fun-filled weekend in London. The kids and I went for ice cream and packed our bags. No way I was going to be a single mum in a city reaching 28 degrees, when I could hop on a train, actually two trains and be in the Adriatic coast… right? Who’s with me???
So, being my I- can-do- it-self, Saturday morning, Remo, Nika, Petra and I got on our way to the town of Fano.
Getting there wasn’t too bad… I did sweat quite a bit, especially when I had to climb the second train (the regional one) with a shoulder bag, a suitcase and a 5 year old velcroed to my hip. But after almost four hours, we made it.
The sky was grey. The taxi ride (8 blocks) from the station to the hotel was a fast and angry one and the taxi driver took off with my change; but we had made it! I had made it, and still had 3 kids with me.
The hotel apartment was enormous. It was inside an old palace, hence the name of the place: Palazzo Rotati. It had two rooms, a small kitchen with a round dinning table where we had breakfast in the morning, a balcony with sea views, a long corridor and a big bathroom. It was super clean and very tidy but most importantly, it had great beds and it was quiet. Oh… but it wasn’t ready when we arrived so we left our luggage and went out for lunch.
People tend to either give mothers with their children two kinds of looks: the “please don’t sit here, please go somewhere else” look or the opposite one. The owner of the restaurant must have been a dad, and a good one. He was welcoming, he took care of the kids’ food fast and made me a Spritz (oh yes people, I tried it in Venice and I’ve been hooked to this refreshing aperitif ever since… with Aperol that is, not Campari ;).
It was the best lunch I’ve had in Italy since I arrived, we were happy.
We had a quiet night. Breakfast was brought to us at 8 the next morning; a mixture of freshly baked sweet pastries, eggs, fruit and ham and cheese toasties. We headed to the beach and after acquiring the local beach know-how we got settled. We rented loungers and a beach umbrella which gave us access to the pools (yes New Zealanders, there were 2 pools at the beach), volleyball courts, showers, toilets and changing rooms and all other recreational services you could think of.
Took a bit of getting used to not having sand under our feet, but after a while I realised how much easier… and cleaner the whole day-at-the-beach gets. Can you imagine wearing heeled wedges to Pakiri Beach? – don’t think so, but in Fano, women and men rock up to the seaside looking good, very fashionable and with very small swimwear.
We stayed at the beach for a couple of hours, had lunch in our new favourite restaurant (the kids had squid and octopus) and went back to our loungers. It was hot but the breeze made it very pleasant. The emerald sea was crystal clear and we went in. I was expecting it to be warm. It wasn’t. That day we dived in the Adriatic Sea for the first time in our lives, and it was cold, I mean cool…
Around seven we headed back to the apartment. On our way there we stopped at a small greek restaurant. Dinner was quick, fresh and delicious. ~Effey, I thought of you~.
Near Fano there is a variety of attractive touristic sites. Unfortunately we didn’t have enough time to visit them but we were told the Medieval town of Urbino and the Grotte di Frasassi are worth a visit.
This was a short and sweet weekend away with the kids. I admit there were moments that felt quite challenging, but we all helped each other out and made it work. We experienced new places, new foods and new ways of living. And we did it together.