With bellies stuffed with pasta and cheeks sore from laughter, Romeo threw me a curveball as the sun set over sweet Roma: “My cousin is getting married tomorrow in Pescara Valley. Will you come?”
The next day, just a heartbeat from the Adriatic Sea in a blink-and-miss-it village (Torre de Passeri) with all sorts of character and dripping with history, we checked in to Villa D’Abruzzo. A charming B&B with – get this – Canadian hosts, Jake and Lisa, who are THE cutest and nicest. Ever. And they didn’t judge, but rather offered us an amaro digestivo and a warm chuckle when we showed up at 3am after 11 courses, 5 hours of dancing, and shoes around our necks.