Note: this post has been migrated from my former blog “Parliamo dell’Italia – una ragazza fortunata a Perugia.”
The greatest part about Italy right now is that I am receiving credit to be on vacation.
Friday, we took a “field trip” to Rimini. The day was super educational and we learned just about everything there is to know about the Riminese economy and the role tourism plays in this city. But instead of taking a train back to Residenza Studi Superiori at the end of the day, we checked into the Sunflower Hostel aka sleeping in a field of sunflowers would probably have been cleaner and got set to experience for ourselves the craziness that is supposed to be Rimini night life (I failed miserably at this part).
Friday night 6 of us found a family owned Osteria off the main street and had my favorite meal experience so far. Grandma seated us and asked where we were from, telling us how beautiful it was that we came all the way from America. We then ordered 2 pizzas and 2 bottles of wine and settled in for 3 hours of food and socialization – Italian style. Toward the end of our meal Grandma brought us a homemade Italian style pound cake topped with rainbow sprinkles; if I wasn’t already loving my evening this was the it for me. We demolished the cake in a matter of seconds and left delightfully full and happy.
Saturday we headed immediately to the beach and I could have stayed there forever. I have missed my ocean vacations every summer so getting to spend a day laying in the sand, swimming in the Adriatic, and glaring at the men who were taking pictures of us with their telescopic cameras was beyond amazing.
Sunday we managed to spend an entire day just eating: first breakfast at the hotel, followed by a quick and final (bye beach, I’ll miss you) trip to the beach. We then made our way into town and found just about the only open Osteria in all of Rimini. Ordering plates and plates of homemade pasta and freshly caught seafood we once again stuffed ourselves. We were also again amazed by Italian wine. For years I have watched my dad study the wine menus at various restaurants, deciding which one is the best. That does not occur here; you either order the house red or the house white and it is going to be good. I’m sure all you wine conoisseurs are scoffing at me right now, but I am 20 – the most I know about wine is from the “Italian Wine for Dummies” book Jimbo made me read before I left. Also, I am in Italy and I have chosen to put all my faith in the country that produces some of the greatest wines in the world. So far it’s worked out great.
Most of us believe that we found the greatest gelateria in all of Italy in Rimini. They had an overwhelming amount of flavors and apart from the normal cone and cup choices, you also had the option of ordering cakes (how can you ship gelato?), as well as styrofoam cooler to-go cases that could be packed with all your favorite flavors. After my lunch of shrimp & pasta and fried scallops I decided to go light on gelato – 1 waffle cone packed with 5 flavors. Yep, I love Italy.
I said above that I failed miserably at Rimini nightlife. Being the lame, generally un-friendly person I am, I don’t love getting wasted in bars and waking up the next morning with a headache and an empty wallet. So, when everyone else was heading out at midnight for dancing, drinking, and staying up til sunrise, I was heading back to the hostel & my bed bugs.
Finally, it was time to end our weekend at the beach and head back to Bologna. Here I paid .80E to pee in the train station. Unbelievable. Back to Bologna and back to “reality.”