Last Friday (the 13th, how appropriate to be in Templar territory), Holly and I decided to take a 3 and 1/2 hour train ride north to a small town up the Adriatic coast called Termoli (just above the spur of the boot). It is a place that was recommended by one of Holly’s Italian teachers in Seattle. If you have ever wanted to visit a small Italian beach town where the sea seems to peek out at the end of every narrow street and passageway, Termoli would be a good choice. It was still early for actually sun bathing and swimming and the beach was being prepared for what will surely be a busy summer season. I am sure that later in the year, it becomes somewhat of a madhouse of visitors, but we had much of it to ourselves. It has a fairly large fishing fleet and moorage for pleasure boats with several large yachts tied up to the piers.
