Days before the festa in Lisciano begins, people of the village begin rolling each strand of pasta by hand, looping groups of strands into little piles, and dusting them with flour to have them ready for lines of people who wait for hours to eat them. we had ours sauced with Ragu and drank montepulciano d’Abruzzo. I tried amaro (bitters) for the first time. Two young men who had already been at the bitters long enough to lose their sense and clear vision made their move on me. “Signorina” they said, “we like you.”.
“I,m old enough to be your grandmother” I said and left in my cute Prada shoes, worth every penny.