Italy - Rimini, Imperia, and more

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by Jim and Emmy Humberd

5 of our 63 Campsites in Italy

Rimini is partially an ancient city rich in history with Roman and Renaissance monuments, and partially an international ultra-modern seaside resort with a great beach of fine sand and finer bikinis. We had a very pleasant stroll for quite a distance along the Mare Adriatico (Adriatic Sea), but could hardly see the sand because of the crowds of people and the hundreds of little “changing booths.” That night we stayed at a campsite on the beach, near the water. A train track was nearby, but its bells and whistles were quiet during the night.

In years past, hotels and campsites throughout Europe required our passport be left at the desk overnight. One year the man at the campsite near Spoleto insisted, then showed Jim the book that was inspected and signed each night by the policeman from Spoleto. On each page of the log-book was the name and number of the law, and the date the law was passed, 1931. When Jim said that in the US no one bothered with a visitor’s passport, he responded, “This is a Mussolini law, and in the US you didn’t have Mussolini.” Thank goodness.

Near Imperia we found a campsite perched on a narrow sloping place, above a steep drop-off into the Mediterranean Sea — we put large stones in front of the tires, just in case. Emmy walked down a long flight of stairs, then climbed down a ladder to get her foot wet in the Mediterranean Sea, on the Italian Riviera. There was no beach, she had one foot on the bottom rung of the ladder, the other in the Mediterranean Sea. Who said she doesn’t know how to enjoy her vacation!

One year at San Remo, about 14 miles from the French border, we found no vacancy at a very expensive campsite. We then drove a couple of blocks further and found the city of San Remo had a place for RVs right on the beach, and it was free. The moon-light shining on the Mediterranean at bedtime, met all the requirements of a romantic Riviera vacation spot.

At Chiavari, the campsite near the beach was closed for the season, but the owner’s daughter convinced her dad the Americans should be allowed inside the campsite. He agreed, but insisted she open the gate when we were ready to leave. People who arrived later that night were required to park their campers on the street. The next morning the daughter, dressed in her pajamas, came and unlocked the gate for us.

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