Easter week brought beautiful weather to southern Marche. We grabbed an outside table at the Caffe Meletti for cappuccini and cornetti on Easter morning, and Bryan got a little whiney about how hot he was becoming and how brightly the sun assaulted his eyes. We strolled about the centro storico without jackets. Yesterday, Pasquetta, we followed Italian tradition and went for a country drive down a narrow, little used road and had a picnic in a field. It was a gorgeous day and we munched our lunch with views of three mountain ranges.
My sister, on the other hand, awoke to this Easter wonderland.
Apparently Cleveland didn't get the memo that spring has arrived.