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We then drove to Ascoli Piceno for a few days to show my parents how Italians really live away from the influence of heavy tourist traffic. We spent time wandering the medieval streets here in Ascoli and touring the fertile countryside around Offida. We made a stop in Ripatransone to see “the narrowest street in Italy” and a brief stop along the Adriatic coast. In Ascoli my parents experienced the daily rhythm in an Italian town and my dad even bought some Italian shoes at the mercato.
My parents had the opportunity to experience some true Italian hospitality as our landlords invited the four of us to their fondaco for a meat fest. Guerrino and Dorina grilled pork sausages, chops and ribs on the fireplace and we washed this down with homemade wine, as well as “cooked wine” which is sweeter and more potent, as my dad discovered.
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My parents experienced their first true gelato, prosciutto, caffé and cappuccino. They were able to see some of Italy that many frequent visitors never get to experience with people and food not available on the tourist paths. Now they know what real Italian food is like.
Each time we visit Roma with family our friends Giorgio and Francesca insist we come to their apartment for dinner. This is always a treat as Giorgio is a great cook and Francesca is a wonderful host. My parents were not disappointed by this experience with some true Romani.
After seeing my parents off to the airport we met Giorgio and Francesca for pranzo and headed back to Ascoli. Since we moved here in September we have had visitors for half of our stay, we look forward to a few weeks here in Ascoli as the holidays approach.
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