We started out with big plans. Grand visions of a trans-national expedition across northern Italy, starting in Piemonte and traversing over through Friuli, crossing into Slovinia and winding along the Croatian coast.
We’d researched for days on end to build the ultimate itinerary (me, mostly during uni classes and very distracted by the prospect of it all) – pouring over the restaurants with which to punctuate the journey, reaching out for the best tips on what to see, telling everyone we’d be leaving shortly.
An overseas road trip seemed like a sort of coming-of-age in the holiday department. We were now adults, on the right side of 25 to be approved insurance. This is how real grown-ups travel, I secretly thought to myself.
We plugged in our travel dates, excited at the prospect of heading off in a few days’ time.
A colossal figure materialised on the computer screen, mocking how absurdly naïve our budget assumptions had been.
“Oh well,” Ali lamented. “We can always go when we’re 30.” Given that milestone is really not that far off, her encouraging tone seemed deluded at best.
The Italy-Slovinia-Croatia trip was quickly transformed into a local route – Canelli-Grinzane Cavour-Monforte d’Alba-Barbaresco – with plenty of wrong turns along the way. Bra is right in the middle of Piemonte, making for a pretty awesome 24-hour whirlwind tour of this beautiful region.