When getting busier with every passing day makes you feel more dead then alive, the only way out is to take a weekend refuge to a quiet place of mental rest. So, that was the case. We put away all our work and set off to Italian town Grado.
Our destinations are usually seaside towns, where one can always take a stroll along the beach, enjoy the sound of the waves and the smell of sea salt – no matter what the season is. We enjoy watching local life: the way people move, talk, get busy with a routine – they all do it as if their life is filled with a special joy lurked in the lifestyle coming with the sea.
Once in Grado, we felt it right away. Every single piece of this city was saturated with the sea. At night you can gaze the fishermen leave the city to come back with fresh fish. Early in the morning the shore is awakened by cries and disputes – the harvest has just landed and the wharf market has stared its impetuous trade: restaurant owners quickly move from counter to counter, trying to make the best bargain. The noon comes and you go to a restaurant to have a dinner. When the owner you have seen in the morning market approaches your table, you follow his recommendations without any hesitation. With the evening you walk along the canals of the incredible beauty admiring the waves peacefully rocking the bellied boats. They are still dreaming, but few more hours pass and the fishermen start their way again and the whole story repeats.
This charming and slow living made our trip to Grado unique. Whatever we did – walked through the magnificent old town or a deserted beach, cycled the evening quay or dined in a small fish restaurant – we have always felt the calmness this small sea town gifted to us. On leaving we have already felt nostalgia for coming back to this fascinating place and take this refreshing sip of salty air that sweeps our anxieties away.