Trabocco of the Adriatic

We drove along the side of the Adriatic see to the fisherman's dock today for a bit of a hike and to see the fishermen in action. There were so many other people that went with plastic containers to buy fish fresh from the fishermen.

Friends having a picnic next to the sea.

You could be 15% happier by getting rid of your car, Geico, walking more and getting more sun like this gecko. Just kidding, don't do it. But sun does give great vitamin D. Indulge when it is sunny.

A mushroom shape house we passed on the way there.

People buying fish from fishermen.

Trabocco: a fishing hut where lines are rowed out and hang out for a few days while innocent tasty fish swim into the traps. 

Parked cars on the sea side. People go with plastic containers to get the very freshest and best of the pick before they are sold to grocery stores.

We parked the car perilously on the side of the road where cars were whipping around us. We climbed over the guardrail and descended down to the fish port to see the fishermen in action. They were all dark tan, cigarettes dangling out of their rough leathered faces, gruff. They reminded me of my Uncle nicknamed Yankee even though he is more Southern than a boiled peanut. So there were Italian versions of my Uncle Yankee throwing in a few extra fish in the plastic bins of people coming down to them.

Ladies picking out their fish.

Fisherman that reminded me of my Uncle Yankee.

There was a rocky path along the Adriatic Sea that lead to various fishing cottages called Traboccos. They are built on stilts and have various complicated fishing lines that pull the nets out to the sea, hang out in the warm waters the pull in the fishies and muscles.

We walked for a bit along the rocky path.

It was a great day for people to come out, walk and buy fresh flip flopping fish.

Trabocco

Then we made our way back up to the car passing several fishermen's houses where they also sell lemons, chilis, oranges and some had restaurants.

In another life, I want to be a fisherman in Abruzzo. I think my name will be Bruno. My girlfriend has a bulldog named Bruno and I think he would love it here.