A province where majestic peaks like the Gran Sasso d’Italia define the skyline. Its capital, Aquila, is the historic and administrative heart of the region, a city of Baroque and Renaissance beauty built on a hillside within medieval walls. This is a land of stark beauty, home to national parks, high mountain plains, and resilient communities. It offers everything from world-class skiing to serene spiritual retreats
Anversa degli Abruzzi
Anversa degli Abruzzi is the kind of place you stumble upon and immediately wonder why it isn’t world-famous. Nestled in the hills with its stone houses and winding streets, it’s like a postcard that got lost in the mail. We spotted it on our way to Scanno and decided it was the perfect spot for a spritz stop on the way back—and boy, were we right.
The real magic happened at the Bar L’angolo del Grazie, where live folk music turned our quick stop into an unforgettable evening. Gigia, usually the queen of aloofness, was totally absorbed by the lively tunes, her ears twitching like she was secretly critiquing the band’s rhythm. The musicians, the locals, and even the spritz seemed to agree: this was the place to be.
And the best part? The music was free. Free! In a world where even air seems to come with a price tag, Anversa degli Abruzzi delivered a night of charm, melody, and a cat who momentarily forgot she’s too cool to care. Thoroughly worth the detour—and proof that sometimes the best moments are the unplanned ones.
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Calascio (AQ)
Famous for its breathtaking Rocca Calascio, a medieval fortress perched high in the Gran Sasso mountains, this village is a dream for history buffs and photographers alike. The views are so stunning, they’ve even been featured in movies like The Name of the Rose. Gigia, ever the savvy traveler, took the easy way up, riding in her little caravan like a queen on a royal tour.
Once at the top, she was thorough in her examination of the fortress, peering out of the ancient windows with the curiosity of a tiny explorer—though her daring glances over the edge were enough to send my heart rate soaring. She even made a new friend: the tower guard, who couldn’t stop taking videos of her, clearly smitten by her feline charm. Rocca Calascio’s rugged beauty and dramatic vistas set the stage for Gigia’s adventures, showing that even a medieval fortress can come alive with a curious cat in the spotlight.
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Capestrano (AQ)
Capestrano
Tucked away in the rolling hills of Abruzzo, Capestrano is a postcard-perfect village that seems to have been frozen in time. With its cobblestone streets and historic charm, this small commune is a treasure trove of beauty and tranquility. Just a stone’s throw from the village lies the Abbazia di San Pietro, a stunning Romanesque masterpiece dating back to the 12th century. Set against a backdrop of lush greenery, the abbey’s elegant arches, weathered stone façade, and serene atmosphere make it feel like a portal to another era. While Gigia didn’t venture inside (even cats have their limits), she seemed perfectly content exploring the tree-covered riverbanks nearby, weaving through the dappled sunlight like a tiny, furry explorer on a mission. Who needs ancient architecture when you’ve got a leafy paradise to conquer?
Our visit to Capestrano also included a delightful stop at Ristorante Collerotondo, where we enjoyed a meal as memorable as the scenery. As luck would have it, we happened to be there on a Ferrari club meet day, and the restaurant’s grounds were transformed into a dazzling display of sleek, roaring machines. While the Ferraris were mostly classic red (because, of course), there was a daring yellow and a sleek grey thrown into the mix for variety. While we adults savored the local flavors—think hearty pastas and robust wines—Gigia seized the incredible opportunity to study the cars with the focus of a seasoned mechanic. She perched herself strategically, her eyes wide with curiosity, as if she were a tiny automotive critic, her tail flicking with approval. The grey one? “A bit understated, but elegant.” Between Ferrari inspections and chasing geckos in the garden, she was in her element, proving once again that even the most luxurious moments are more fun with a curious cat around. Who knew Gigia had such refined taste in sports cars? Maybe she’s secretly saving up for a Ferrari of her own—or at least a cat-sized Furry-ari.
Capestrano’s mix of natural splendor, timeless history, and unexpected delights—like a Ferrari meet-up—creates a captivating escape. And with Gigia turning every stroll, gecko chase, and luxury car inspection into a whimsical adventure, the experience feels even more enchanting. After all, why settle for an ordinary trip when you can have a cat-led expedition filled with curiosity, discovery, and a touch of feline drama?
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Castel del Monte (AQ)
Perched like a crown atop the rugged mountains of Abruzzo, Castel del Monte is a medieval marvel that feels like it’s been plucked from the pages of a fairy tale. This hilltop village, with its stone houses stacked like Jenga blocks and narrow cobblestone streets twisting like a labyrinth, is the kind of place where time seems to pause just to admire the view. But our visit turned out to be even more magical than we expected—we stumbled upon the Festa di San Donato, a lively celebration dedicated to Saint Donatus of Arezzo, the town’s beloved patron saint.
The festival was a sensory feast, brimming with the melodies of traditional music, the aroma of local delicacies, and the vibrant energy of the entire community coming together. The highlight was the religious procession, a solemn yet colorful parade that wound its way through the village, with locals carrying statues and banners in honor of the saint. Gigia, ever the curious explorer, was utterly captivated by the procession. As a self-proclaimed music enthusiast (or at least a cat who appreciates a good tune), she perked up at the sound of the traditional melodies, her ears twitching in time with the rhythm. She watched intently as the procession passed by, her wide eyes taking in every detail, as if she were a tiny, furry historian documenting the event. Who knew a cat could be so fascinated by a parade? Then again, Gigia has always had a flair for the dramatic.
Castel del Monte’s enchanting blend of history, culture, and community spirit made for an unforgettable experience. And with Gigia adding her own brand of feline curiosity to the mix, the day felt even more extraordinary. Why settle for a mundane village visit when you can have a cat-led adventure filled with music, tradition, and a dash of feline flair?
Pacentro (AQ)
We didn’t come for Madonna (though yes, her ancestors walked these cobblestones—cue “Like a Prayer”). We came for Pacentro’s time-capsule magic: labyrinthine alleys flanked by stone houses, the brooding Castello Caldora standing guard like a medieval bouncer, and vistas of the Majella National Park so dramatic they’d humble a Renaissance painting. Officially crowned one of Italy’s Borghi più belli, this village packs more history than a library—but Gigia? She had priorities.
Her spotlight moment arrived at Bar La Villa, dubbed “Bar Bella Vista” for its sunset panoramas. Perched like a tiny empress, she dined al fresco at Taverna dei Caldora, occasionally glancing at the gilded mountains as if to approve the lighting design. (“Adequate,” her expression implied. “Though my fur elevates it.”)
Across the valley, the castle stood forgotten—no match for the evening’s true attraction. Madonna’s roots? Charming. But that night, Pacentro had a new luminary: Gigia, bathing in golden hour glory as if the entire village were her personal VIP lounge.
Because when you’re a cat with this much charisma, even a medieval fortress and pop royalty play second fiddle. #Sorrynotsosorrymaterialgirl
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Pescocostanzo (AQ)
Rising gracefully in the embrace of the Apennines, Pescocostanzo is a treasure of Abruzzo, a town where history and artistry intertwine amidst its winding cobblestone streets and timeless stone archways. This mountain haven is a living testament to Italy’s rich cultural heritage, and it’s no surprise that Gigia insisted on conducting her own meticulous inspection of its wonders.
The town’s crowning glory is the Basilica of Santa Maria del Colle, a 15th-century marvel adorned with intricate wooden ceilings and frescoes that seem to whisper tales of devotion and craftsmanship. Gigia, ever the inquisitive feline, took her role as chief inspector seriously, sniffing every stone and examining every corner as if she were uncovering the church’s hidden secrets. Not to be outdone, she turned her attention to the Church of Santa Maria del Suffragio, a Baroque beauty with an elegant façade and an air of quiet reverence.
Pescocostanzo’s allure isn’t confined to its churches—it’s rooted in its history. Renowned for its master stone craftsmen, the town has long been a beacon of artistry, its skilled artisans shaping not only its streets and buildings but also leaving their mark on some of Italy’s most iconic structures. The wealth of their craftsmanship is still visible today, etched into every archway, fountain, and cobblestone, a testament to centuries of dedication and skill.
After her thorough church investigations, Gigia led us on a leisurely amble through the town centre, where every corner seemed to tell a story. From charming piazzas to artisan workshops showcasing handmade lace and gold filigree, Pescocostanzo invites you to slow down and savour its timeless beauty. Gigia, of course, added her own unique charm to the experience, pausing to admire the views, exchange curious glances with locals, and generally act as though she were the town’s unofficial ambassador. The locals, equally charmed by her presence, couldn’t help but smile at her confident strut and inquisitive nature. By the end of the day, it felt as though she had personally approved every stone, every archway, and every cobblestone in town.
Pratola Peligna (AQ)
Beyond the well-trodden paths of Italy’s tourist circuit lies Pratola Peligna – a town where time moves to the rhythm of the seasons. While nearby Raiano hosts the valley’s famous Sagra delle Ciliegie each June (a jubilant ode to the region’s ruby cherries), Pratola offers something different: the quiet poetry of ordinary Italian life unfolding in its sun-warmed piazzas and family-run botteghe.
Our planned 10-day stay revealed the town’s unforced charm. At Bar Sugar Di Santilli Luigi, Gigia established her morning ritual – holding court from a prime windowsill perch as locals came to sip espresso and sneak her slivers of cornetto. The town became our perfect launchpad for exploring the Peligna Valley’s treasures, though we quickly learned the best discoveries came from casual chats with butchers, grandmothers, and shopkeepers who shared their beloved secrets like heirlooms.
Here, between the Apennine peaks and the scent of wood-fired bread, we found an Italy untouched by performative tourism – where the day’s excitement might be the arrival of fresh ricotta at the cheese monger, or the village priest stopping to admire Gigia’s latest sunbathing pose. Even this discerning feline had to admit Pratola Peligna understood the important things in life: good food, warm company, and always leaving room for cream.
Scanno (AQ)
This village doesn’t just resemble a postcard—it sets the gold standard for them. Between its heart-shaped lake (Mother Nature’s romantic flourish) and locals parading in traditional costumes like it’s always 1890, Scanno outshines mere prettiness. Add its glittering gold filigree tradition, and you’ve got a place that could rival Gigia’s own sparkle—no small feat.
With leash in paw, Gigia didn’t just visit. She presided. Leading her human through cobbled alleys and jewelers’ shops with the authority of a born tour guide, she turned heads at every piazza pause. “Che gattina magnifica!” echoed after her, while goldsmiths chuckled at pawprints near their displays—the highest compliment from a feline connoisseur.
Her legacy lingers in those dainty pawprints: on church steps she blessed with her gaze, by shop windows she deemed worthy of inspection, across the heart-lake’s edge where she staged her most dramatic poses. Scanno may be famous for its landmarks, but for one glorious day, it was Gigia’s open-air throne.
Raiano (AQ)
Raiano is the kind of town that sneaks up on you. Nestled in the shadow of the Apennines, it’s the perfect blend of quaint and quirky, with its narrow streets, rustic stone buildings, and a vibe that says, “Take a break, you’ve earned it.” We thought we’d just swing by for a quick gelato—just a little treat to cool off on a warm afternoon. But Raiano had other plans. One gelato turned into two, because, well, when in Italy, right? The first was a classic pistachio, creamy and rich, and the second? Stracciatella, because why not live a little?
But the real star of the show was Gigia. The summer heat was no match for her adventurous spirit, but even a world-traveling cat needs to cool down. Enter the water pipe on the side of the road—a humble, gushing fountain that became Gigia’s impromptu spa. With a little help, she got a refreshing splash, and let’s just say she emerged looking like a… well, a drowned rat. But a fabulous, drowned rat. Her fur clung to her in soggy clumps, and her expression was a mix of indignation and grudging gratitude. She shook herself off with all the drama of a Hollywood star caught in the rain, and we couldn’t stop laughing.
Raiano may have been a quick stop, but it turned into a memory we’ll never forget. Between the gelato-induced sugar highs, the laughter, and Gigia’s unexpected fountain moment, it was a reminder that sometimes the best adventures are the unplanned ones. And who knew a simple water pipe could turn a cat into the most dramatic (and adorable) wet mess you’ve ever seen?
So, if you ever find yourself passing through Raiano, don’t just stop for the gelato (though definitely do that). Take a moment to soak in the charm, laugh at the unexpected, and maybe—just maybe—let your cat have a moment in the spotlight. Just be prepared for the soggy aftermath.
Sulmona (AQ)
Sulmona—a town that’s equal parts history, sugar-coated almonds, and a statue in a sprinting competition. Yes, you heard that right. This is the birthplace of Ovid, the Roman poet who probably never imagined his hometown would one day be famous for confetti—not the paper kind you throw at parties, but the sugar-coated almonds that are a staple at Italian weddings. These little candies are often shaped into colourful flower petals, because why settle for boring when you can have edible art?
But Sulmona isn’t just about sweet treats. Oh no, it’s also home to one of Italy’s most dramatic Easter celebrations: the Madonna che Scappa, where a statue of the Virgin Mary literally “runs” to meet the resurrected Christ. It’s Easter meets the Olympics, and it’s as surreal as it sounds.
Now, let’s talk about the real star of Sulmona: the food. The porchetta from the market truck was so good we went back three times (no shame). Crispy, herby, melt-in-your-mouth pork stuffed into a crusty roll—it was a sandwich so perfect it should have its own fan club. But another unforgettable experience was Frangiò al Casale, a restaurant tucked into a renovated 18th-century farmhouse at the foot of Monte Morrone. This place was a dream—rustic charm, breathtaking views, and food so delicious it made us want to write poetry (Ovid would be proud). Between the porchetta and the farmhouse feast, Sulmona had us in a culinary coma—and we weren’t even mad about it. And with Gigia by our side, every moment was infused with a little extra magic—and a lot of feline sass. Who needs a tour guide when you’ve got a cat who can turn even a porchetta run into a grand adventure?