One of Italy’s poorer regions has a wealth of attractions for canny skiers, from gorgeous medieval towns to gourmet food
‘Are you sure you can ski here?” asked my friend Wolfie, looking around dubiously. We’d flown into Pescara on the Adriatic coast to be met by bright sunshine. Outside the terminal building, people were milling around in T-shirts. We were heading to the Abruzzo, a mountainous region around 50 miles east of Rome, but not commonly known as a ski destination beyond the local market, and not offered by British ski operators. We put on our sunglasses and waited nervously for our ride.
“Pope John Paul II used to ski here,” I told Wolfie.