Rock and Roll in Senigallia, Italy.
4th August 2016- a personal journal about that particular day.
Last weekend at the last minute I decided to pack in 4 seconds, have a quick shower, and get my ass on the next train to Senigallia, which is only 7 hours on a regional train in Italy, but I didn’t care.
All this fuzz was about going to an awesome summer music festival in this town in Italy and all FOR FREE!
Yes, it’s even better than it looks likes in the video…
For those who love music, you should come to the first week of august for this place. But not only any kind of music, MY KIND OF MUSIC. I’m talking about pure rock and roll. So jamboree is now on its 17th edition and they will continue on rocking for sure.
The festival is all about the ’50s and ’60s America and all the amazing stuff that came along with that period.
The trip took me a long time. I departed from La Spezia Central until Parma, and then I had to wait one hour for the next train. The second train was such a nightmare that It’s even fun to talk about it. Let's just say that the countryside in Italy in late July is not the coldest place to be, and now picture yourself on a train that has no AC and no light.
It was quite interesting when we passed on several tunnels and everything went dark. I started laughing all alone because the picture of the Eurotrip movie with the creepy Italian guy just came to my mind instantly! Fortunately, I had no creepy person seat next to me, so I was quite comfortable all trip. After seven hours, of sweating I arrived at Senigallia, on the other coast of Italy. Let's just say that I went from one ocean to the other.
One that arrives by train to this little town gets amazed by the views on the train. For at least 30 minutes the trip is always near the fantastic Adriatic Sea!
The festival was near the train station, 30 seconds walking! ( how lucky am I?). There were many people dressed up as pin-ups, or just in 50’s clothes, which for me was very interesting. Perhaps It was only me who looked a bit like a gypsy, even though I had a nice yellow old dress. I went around and then headed to the beach.
Just notice, I went to the train at the last minute, I didn’t even book a hostel or send messages to any couchsurfer. After seeing that the hotels were too expensive for me I decided I just didn’t care and I was not going to sleep at all, also because I went there to dance not to sleep. So I returned to the festival, and I danced until my legs could no longer do anything.
The festival was quite spread all over the town, with a few stages, having the main one in the main square, where I was watching a great show by Billy and the Kids and then I ended up the night having a great time dancing with everybody and watching an amazing Italian band called Jump Acers, gosh they really rocked.
At the end of it, I headed to the beach, around 3 o’clock, since I had no hotels to stay I decided just to try to have some rest at the beach. It was peaceful, a hot night and I had so many sun loungers where I could just lie down for a while. One of those had security at night, So I went to another one. I barely had any sleep, and around 5 am it was quite cold, but I could rest my legs for a while and close my eyes.
The best part came at sunrise. And this is a moment I will never forget. In Portugal you can’t see the sunrise at the ocean, only the sunset, here I could see for the first time in my life the sun rising at the ocean, and it was such a great experience that I even cry a little bit.
I took then this picture, which symbolizes for me one of the happiest moments of my existence.
I took out my clothes and went swimming. I remember seeing my feet and my body floating in that warm water and seeing the birds coming and the silence of the night just around me. Those orange, pink colors at the Adriatic sea are something I will never forget.
Back to the little rocking town for breakfast. It was soo soon everything was closed, my mobile phone had no battery. And this is something a bit bad when traveling like this. I had no place to charge my damn phone, so guess what. It was Sunday, and the churches were open, this seems to be a joke, but I found light in the church! Yes, I entered, a mess started and I stayed in a corner charging my phone!
On Sunday afternoon I came back to La Spezia. I was thinking about staying another night, but I was dead tired, I barely had any food, and I wanted to come back, so did I. I arrive at La Spezia around midnight, can you imagine, I left Senigallia at 5 pm, again the same trip, no ac, but this time I was so tired it seemed those 7 hours lasted for 14 hours or more.
But I’m quite glad I had this amazing weekend!
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