Fun article on camping in Italy:
Some of my fondest childhood memories involve going camping in New Hampshire’s white mountains with my parents, brothers and cousins. For a week we would rough it in the wilderness, sleeping on the floor packed into tiny tents, listening for bears, hiding our food in coolers, eating canned beans and then having farting contests (prizes for the most, the loudest, the longest, and the strongest-in our family everyone’s a winner!), and so on.
Since I “grew up” and moved to Rome, my camping days had become a distant memory. When some friends invited us to join them at their beachside campsite for a day last weekend, I was curious to learn what camping in Italy might be like and so accepted happily. Given the 100+ temperatures in Rome, a day at the beach seemed like just what the doctor ordered.
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