Lunch on the Adriatic

One of the beautiful things about our long trip by car was how the landscape, architecture, city structure, agriculture, and weather changed every time we crossed a political border. In the United States many political borders are arbitrary, for example at a certain line of latitude. Here they reflect ancient cultural boundaries or physical obstacles like mountain ranges.

My last post showed the family under cool overcast skies in central Slovenia. Four hours later we had a slightly late lunch in the Italian resort town of Lignano, on the Adriatic between Trieste and Venice. The contrast could hardly have been stronger.

Lignano was bright and sunny and called for shorts rather than jackets. It is a quite recent town, at least the resort part of it, and was crowded with bikers enjoying a sunny Sunday.

I took a few shots of the beach and sea. It is funny that the beach is one of the few places where the Italians seem to take orderliness in stride. The beaches are mostly private and you rent one of those spots you see in neat rows.
















Michael