The house we rented was perfect. Plenty of space, a modern kitchen, very updated bathrooms with roomy showers, plenty of hot water, fluffy towels and about as quiet as you could ask for. The only downside was having to drive out of the town for that perfect Italian cappuccino. Yes, we could make coffee in the house and yes, it was good, but there’s really no substitute for that creamy and not at all bitter cappuccino that you can get almost everywhere in Italy.
We had a small bakery in town and I walked there one morning, but alas they did not do coffee. Not only was I denied my morning cappuccino, but at 9:30 am they were already sold out of their cornetti (Italian type croissants that are the “go to” accompaniment to coffee). We had heard about a pasticceria on the way out of town that had delectable pastries and great coffee drinks. It took us a couple of days and more than a few drives up and down the main road to finally find it, but it didn’t really matter that we were sort of lost. This photo (taken by our friend G.) shows the scene that we passed every day on our quest for caffeine. Now, how can you get upset about coffee when you have an ancient roman aqueduct to look at?