Breakfast, catch up on washing and then walk up to village of Castorano. Shopping from pharmacy and local food store and enjoy coffee in local cafe full of local characters, where we meet an old guy who had spent over 20 years in Manchester and supports Man U. Fancy spending 20 years in a place and still not realising he is following the wrong team-obviously a slow learner. For while it's enjoyable as he regales us with stories of his time in the UK and makes his views on Signor Bellusconi well known ( all totally negative ).
However, after a while, in true Italian style, he starts to get a bit too friendly, especially towards Gail, and we take our leave, returning to the house to a lunch of prosciutto, cheese and lovely fresh bread.
In the afternoon we decide to visit the slightly larger town of Offida, about 12 kms from Castorano. The town itself is attractive as many hilltop towns are but it appears to be home to a very large number of unsavoury characters ( excluding the Irelands ). Moreover, the town looks neglected, without the community pride so evident in many of the smaller towns.
Return to pizzeria in Castorano for huge meal of antipasto and pizza.
Two bloated bodies turn in at about 10.30
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