We woke up to a slight headache the next morning in Lello’s central Rome apartment, possibly due to the already blazing summer sun but equally possibly due to the €1.50 wine I had siphoned into my canteen the previous evening.
Once semi fresh and awake we trudged sleepily back into the city, this time with all our belongings strapped to us – it was bloody hot outside, not something I or the ghostly Brits of the group were accustomed to.
We went to meet J McKay who was flying in from Spain that morning. We found her and went to inject ourselves with caffeine and sweet things – a welcome break for me as I was carrying my and Jessie’s small bags and was starting to gather a small circle of tourists mistaking me for the Trevie Fountain.
We made our way around the corner back to Termini, bought tickets and made our way down the platform (second to platform 9 3/4 for it’s locatability) and boarded the train to Campobasso – Silvia’s home town. The three hour train journey flew by as we crossed from Italy’s central west coast through hills and forest toward the small town.
By late afternoon we were walking through the quiet cobbled streets up to the Tolo household, where Silvia’s mother greeted us and started what would end up being four days of near constant feeding. We settled in to our quarters and basked on the lovely patio in Silvia backyard.
The region is dry and mountainous, the surrounding villages cascade down from the steep hills, with the church usually the beacon at its peak. Tolo HQ was located in the centre of the old town of Campobasso, just a few minutes walk from the city’s castle. The streets are narrow, quiet and paved with slippery marble.
Once the dust of our arrival had settled and the day had cooled we went out to the first of our small town Italy engagement. In the next village over there was an annual prosciutto festival being held at the church. By the time we got there (around 8pm) the place was buzzing out front with locals enjoying the cool evening, beer and the ham. Around the back the rest of the attendees were in Mass before they came to join in. As the evening rolled on we were treated to performances by the local mountain police brass band and a local rock band playing Italian bangers.
We returned into town where we were taken to a local bar called Blow up, loosely themed around the 1960 Michelangelo Antonioni film of the same name. There we met some of Silvia’s pals for the first time over a beer before finding we were too tired to make any decent introductions.
The next day was one that we had been told to anticipate, that we may never have eaten the way were about to before. The 15th of August in Italy is Ferragosto, or the Feast of the Assumption of Mary. This is a public holiday in Italy and is celebrated with a massive day of food. We had been told by some friends of Silvia that her mother has a reputation as an amazing cook and we were in the best hands to experience this feasting tradition.
In the late morning we all crowded into the kitchen to watch Silvia’s mum prepare the pasta from scratch, which she was bemused and a little uncomfortable with. But it was a brilliant process to watch.
From noon until nearly 9pm Alex, Jessie, Sonia, Gareth, Emma, Silvia and myself sat in the backyard with Silvias parents and two of their friends and were served course after course of the most exquisite homemade Italian cuisine – just like mama used to make. The first course was parmasana, pizza di patata, mozerella and sottocenere al tartufo – a soft cheese with truffles.
Each course sent us into a state of amazement and joy, forgetting that it was just one of many. In fact none of us were really sure how long this went on, but with so much delicious food continuing to be offered during each course pacing ourselves proved difficult.
The next course was the home made pasta with pesto made that morning with fresh basil from the garden – truely divine. Next was barbecued local sausage and steaks, followed by sorbet, coffee, cake and more cheese.
The sounds quietly resonating from the area could be comparable to that of people in need of immediate appendectomies, only in this scenario our groans are of pure joy and discomfort as we all adjusted our belt buckles.
As night fell we all gathered some beers and cups and trekked up the narrow marble streets to the Campobasso castle, from where we could see the sun set and hear the echos of celebration from all across the valley floor – with the occasional firework cropping up in the not quite optimum conditions. We were met by a handful of Silvia’s pals and we sat and drank beer to the castle and at a local pub called Hops Up while the sun set on our first full day in Campobasso.
The next morning we took at car over to Civitacampomarano, a village 40km away where Silvia’s father has run the pharmacy since the mid 90s. It was a super tiny place, in which the daily routine of locals seemed to be to emerge from their houses and park themselves on a bench, chair or box garden and simply observe everyone that goes past for 40 years. We got charged with a quick espresso in the flat the Tolos own above the shop before taking the quiet streets.
The town had found some recognition in its vibrant and lively street art scene, complete with some charming social commentary, featuring a notice board painted blue with the Facebook logo, a park bench with the Twitter logo and a whatsapp phone booth.
The village had suffered some set backs in recent years as the area had been prone to earthquakes and had been built on high sandstone, so half of it was cordoned off and abandoned for safety reasons. We were shown around the castle by the local tour guide and witnessed the passing of a message to Silvia from her father via wandering locals.
The days sun was getting increasingly hot as the morning wound on so we returned to the flat where mama had once again seemingly effortlessly prepared lunch for all of us. We ate and for an hour or so lay around the flat – some dozing, others reading and basking in the sun.
After we were all sufficiently awake we got in the cars and drove over to the east coast to Termoli, where we had a walk around the seaside and got some ice cream yum yum.
We drove back toward Campobasso, a trip during which we learned that google maps is not to be trusted when navigating through small hill top villages, you may find that the route google thinks best will lead you up impossibly steep and narrow roads which will require some of the most awkward 11 point turns to get out off. Eventually navigating to roads suitable for automobiles we stopped at a local restaurant for some delicious pizza – we ate so much, not that this is anything new.
The next day was a relaxed one, with some people taking leisurely walks in the village while others were happy just chilling and preparing our belt buckles for what was set to be another fantastic evening of mammas home cooking. We went out to a couple of bars in the town before heading back for a big old pizza time. They were so delicious and just didn’t stop coming! Also the deep fried aubergine balls were heavenly. Gareth made Irish coffees for afters which were also fantastic.
On Friday everyone packed their bags and said goodbye to Silvia’s parents (except Jessie and I, we were coming back) and got in the car and drove some three hours west to a town called Bari, from where the Huskies would fly the next day. We stopped in a town called Trani for a walk and a focaccia – £2.50 for a quarter of a focaccia bread with prosciutto and cheese. We made a beach stop on the way to Bari, spending the last sunny hours enjoying a popular, not so clean beach.
We drove to small village just outside Bari where we were staying the night. We dropped our things and drove into Bari town, which was bustling with Friday night family fun. We ate pizza and explored the narrow streets, witnessing a huge argument between customers and staff of a restaurant regarding the quality of the food – it may have been the most Italian thing we had ever seen.
Bari is a coastal town which clung to the edge of cliffs with the angry sea below. We admired the views in the darkness before getting in the cars again and heading back to bed.
In the morning we got up, had a coffee and went to drop the team off at the airport. Always a sad time saying goodbye to the team, though it won’t be the last time just yet. The remainder of us, Jessie, Sylvia and two of her friends headed back to the coast to a much nicer beach stop where we went to swim in a delightful bay. For lunch we really treated ourselves to a seafood place on the beach which served the freshest seafood on offer – including whole octopuses fried and eaten in bread – we ate so much and the hot sun sent us into a state of fatigue for quite some time. We returned to the beach and had another swim before embarking on the three hour drive back to Tolo HQ in Campobasso.
We spend the next three days relaxing in and around Campobasso while slowly trying to motivate ourselves to make a plan. One night we drink wine and went out to meet pals, others staying in and dozing. The food continued to be incredible and with less people around Jessie and I were starting to become apart of the family despite not being able to speak directly with Silvia’s parent. Jessie and I made our first pavlova for everyone, which was a complete success, except the cream wouldn’t beat.
On our final night we went to a nearby village to see Silvia’s grandma where we ate a lot of pizza – which I wasn’t able to enjoy as much as I would have liked due to picking up tonsillitis 24 hours before – which was good timing considering I’m staying with a pharmacist.
Jessie and I leave tomorrow to head to Naples. This has been such a priceless experience – being in a small Italian town with a brilliant family and friends just fitting into the in and outs of day to day life. Despite still having only seen a few of Italy’s major cities, I feel that I’ve experienced more than any number of cities, landmarks and restaurants could provide.