Plastic challenge. Too posh to lick

Day 16:
Cheshire to Stansted. Stansted to Ancona. Ancona onwards exploring. No plastic challenges so far. Until lunchtime in Loreto. I ordered a bottle of cold sparkling water. Plastic bottle. D’oh!

Day 17:
Popped to a store to buy ingredients for lunch tomorrow. Damn it, I didn’t bring from home all my re-used re-usable placcy bags. Which meant I had to get a new one. Arghhhh.

We’ve noticed that all of the gelaterias in this area serve you your cone with a mini cone. This is to scoop and eat your ice-cream with… Instead of a plastic spoon! I guess the Italians around here are just too posh to lick!

Day 19:
Ascoli Piceno. A gorgeous wee city in southern Marche. The local delicacy is their large local olive stuffed with meat and truffle, and fried. Thankfully, some places serve meat free versions. We had some for a late lunch, along with fries. Both delicious, AND served in paper, with a long wooden kebab stick to eat it all with. No plastic anywhere. It’s all far too classy and tasteful for plastic around here! Too posh for plastic.

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About Olivia N Masi

From art college drop-out, to office space-planner, to back-packer, to air stewardess, to brolly babe, to model agent, to wildlife conservationist. How? I've always believed in jumping at every opportunity that comes my way. This has taken me along some bizarre career paths. None of which I regret. I have been to amazing places and met fascinating people. And having worked in the motor sport industry I've sadly experienced too many beloved friends take one adrenalin step too many. I think of them always. I've hung out with pop-stars, sports personalities, and millionaires. I reached a point when nothing but VIP would do. And then something happened. My pops passed away and I felt the need to reconnect with my Italian side. Whilst in Italy, I learnt to be resourceful, to recycle everything, to listen to the valley, to grow my own veg, to catch and tame feral cats, and to follow my heart. My heart led me to a desire to save this beautiful Earth, and all the wonderful life upon it. And so I read, and then I studied with the Open University. I suddenly found myself accepted on a BSc in Wildlife Conservation, having left school with pitiful qualifications. So here I am. A qualified Wildlife Conservationist. A scientist I suppose. I love nothing more than to listen to birdsong, and watch, learn and photograph wildlife. So here is to me getting the perfect job where I can contribute to saving one of Earth's beautiful species. Do I miss the glamour of the old life? The VIP lifestyle? The petrol-head adrenalin? The buzz of being a successful business owner? Only occasionally. Though it seems more like the distant dreams of a previous life.
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