When we arrived at the train station and hopped in a cab the driver asked "what are you doing here," - without pausing - "visiting the monestary?". That should be a satisfactory indication of the total quantity of attractions in this town; one. There is a catholic monestary. Fantastic in its history, destruction, reconstruction and museum. Grand.
I'm actually here because my great-uncle half-inched the chalice as he was departing at the end of world war two. Cheeky sod.
The long walk (1-2 hr based on pace, one way) between Cassino and Monestary is breathtaking. It is an ancient Roman road in terrible condition. Still, one is walking anoungst ancient history, on the same road - potentially some of the same stones - as many people have for the last one to two centuries. Crazy.
Side note, apparently this hill is riddled with vipers. :/
I was fortunate enough to, whilst relieving myself along this ancient pathway, spy the cross of St Benedict, the patron saint of Europe, a mere 15 meters away. For what it's worth he has the coolest job title I've ever heard. (Way cooler than my job title at least).
Having formed a strong friendship with Roberto, our taxi driver, we enjoy a tikki tour of the surrounding towns. Along streams, through windy villages, and finally climbing through windy cobbled house-crowded streets to reach the mountain side of olive groves. These spread everywhere. Up there the view was magnificient and the air was sweet; the smell reminded me of sweet, juicy oranges.
Back home now. Incredible meal en route. Dined at only restaurant in entire town which is decent. More than decent. Incredible. The owner, upon my third request for a glass of wine, politely plonked the entire bottle down and said "now it is yours".
Awesomely interesting post, tarnished by my jealousy
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