The sea in Roseto degli Abruzzi has obtained the European Blue Flag since 1999, and it has been known as a resort place for more than a century.
A type of tourism brought on by the fisherman`s hospitality who, at the beginning of the 1900`s, placed their own sea homes at the disposal of the tourists, and since then has continued growing thanks to the culture of the hospitality, and also to the fact that the tour operators have been taking care of the tourists for generations.
Today the city offers hotels, tourist resorts, pensions, camping sites equipped for the needs of all different kinds of tourists.
The beach is served with bathing establishments which are continuously being renewed and enlarged, and which during the day guarantee a sense of needed relax to the holiday-makers and at night offer theme nights, music and dancing.
The city has a romantic wharf that closes off a precious promenade, rich of avenues immersed in the green of palm trees and maritime pine trees. Blooming Oleanders, and the inevitable roses make for pleasing walks for those who are looking for some fresh air beyond the sea, that with its limpid, shallow and sandy waters is ideal for the fun of the children, but it also offers moments of immense emotion, like when there is the procession towards the sea of the Madonna (Mother Mary), brought on to the fishing-boat that opens the way towards the sea on the other boats, on 15 August, before the fireworks at midnight colour the might with a thousand fantastic designs.
Roseto is also a type of `active` relaxation, with it numerous possibilities to combine the holiday to shopping in its various typical markets, to a walk along the arcades to check the fish, to sport and to fitness. Enriching every day of your holiday with a different type of entertainment: football, beach-volley, beach-basket, swimming, athletic fishing, roller-skating, tennis, bocci balls, windsurfing, cycling and much much more
"... I have bottled the air of Roseto, then I put it into a flask and now I keep it in a straw demijohn, jealously closed in my cellar.
Every once in a while, when the city`s toxic air tightens my throat, and squeezes my lungs, all I have to do is take the round cork out of the sea green neck, and feel refreshed. And see myself running after a ball on the sand, followed by ruffled haired children..."
Mario Moretti
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"... The beach was that of Roseto degli Abruzzi, a white beach with a row of beach umbrellas and cabins that lose themselves mystified in my memory. I know that I was brought to that beach when I was just forty days old, and for years my mother would keep repeating that, under the umbrella, fast asleep in my crib, I got a tan even if the sun never touched me at all. It seemed one of nature`s miracles, or a sign of grace that had touched me... "
Enzo Siciliano
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