A couple of weeks ago I ventured off into the furthest reaches of north-east Italy to Trieste, where my maternal grandparents are from. They now live in Australia but I have one remaining relative there, who is my Nonno’s stepbrother’s ex-wife…so I guess a kind of great aunt? The train up took about 8 hours but for €25 I really wasn’t going to complain, you can barely get from Woking to Bristol for that price.
Luisa (the great aunt) basically acted as a stand-in grandmother for the weekend, keeping me well fed and entertained. We visited a couple of the nearby castles (Miramare and Duino) which are right on the coast. I don’t have many pictures of Duino because the weather was crap that day, but the day we went to Miramare was lovely and I got some great shots of blue skies and sea which made a change to the terrible weather we’ve been having here in Spoleto. (This morning I was woken up at 8am by truly biblical amounts of rain and hail. I wasn’t too worried though because I have my 50m swimming badge.)
I also got to visit the city of Trieste itself, which is very different from most of the other places in Italy I have visited as the architecture is far more modern (although occasionally a little bit fascist). Trieste runs down from a mountain side to the sea, meaning you can enjoy both the amazing views near the top of the city, or hang out by water which is what we did when I went to meet up with Andrea, the granddaughter of my Nonna’s friend.
For this post I’m relying mostly on pictures of this beautiful area of Italy since I’ve been pretty uninspired to write anything recently. At the moment I’m busy trying to sort out what stuff needs to go in the suitcase I’m sending and what stays with me until I leave Spoleto, which is in just over a week!