San Benedetto del Tronto
A long ribbon of golden sand separates the intense blue of the Adriatic sea from the green of the Marche hills. And from the sand emerge in their thousands, in groups or in straight lines, the palms of the riviera. A place not only to spend a holiday, but a place to live forever: love at first sight…
The more you know the “Riviera delle Palme” the more you learn to appreciate the reassuring intimacy that makes you feel at home. The clear sea, gently degrading as it deepens, invites long swims in tranquility; the fine sand warmed by the sun offers total relaxation. San Benedetto del Tronto is “the queen” of the “Riviera delle Palme”. Its wonderful sea front and the long cycling path tempt interesting walks, day and night, in complete safety. Elegant pedestrian areas, first class boutiques, bars and fashionable retreats, together with a full calendar of events make San Benedetto a place where it is truly difficult to become bored. There are all types of facilities for sport lovers: tennis courts, a roller skating rink, swimming pools, athletics; and the possibility to take part in sailing courses or book a boat trip to fish for giant red tuna. Last, but not least, a visit to the fishing port is a must, one of the most important in the country, to watch the boats setting out to the open sea or unloading their catch; and even a stop at the “Museo Ittico e della civiltà marinara” (the fishing and fisherman’s museum) (with its collection of antique roman anchors) where one can relive the moments in history that have made a small fishing village become the San Benedetto that we know and love today.
Sammenedette ( Poesia di Bice Piacentini )
|Lu mònne ‘ntire pù pure ggèrà
lu mònne ‘ntire comma sta piantate,
e quanne scillu tutte reggerate,
revì jècche e tte sinte ricrìa.
Il mondo intero puoi anche girare,
|Quiste jè nu paèse ‘ffatturate;
se lu sci viste ‘n te lu pù scurdà
e lu frastìre che cca capetate
ce revè, preste u tarde, ‘n ce penzà!
Questo è un paese che ti strega:
|J’atre pajìce ce pò pure dì!
Appitt’a nnuje, ccuse ‘nn’arèvente
jècche ji murte ji fa rebbevì!
Gli altri paesi ci possono pure criticare,
|Sammenedètte, care bbille mì,
lu mare, tune jè lu ppiù lucènte,
lu cìle tùne jè lu ppiu ttrecchì!
San Benedetto caro, bello mio,