Nieddu e il cinghiale
by Lorenzo Piccoli
Only one thing is worse than tourism: religious tourism. Assisi is ruined by people with cameras and white hats who buy expensive souvenirs inspired to San Francesco and the holy cross. If it weren’t for these masses, the Basilica di San Francesco (inferior and superior: the inferior and the cript are unique) and the little streets would be spiritually inspiring. But I recognize: the local community would also be much poorer. Everything here is based on tourism.
We stopped for a great lunch just outside the evokative Eremo delle Carceri. This is an isolated place used for meditation, with a few tiny caves and farms emerging in the middle of Monte Subasio in a silent forest.
Driving along the river Tronto through the Monti Sibillini is a pleasure. Too bad we did not have the time to visit Norcia and San Benedetto.
We bought a tent along the way. After leaving Umbria and crossing Marche (440km) we are now in San Salvo, Abruzzo, Stefania’s second home. Tonight we will drive through Molise and plant our bright tent in Peschici, Puglia.