If I had to choose something that captures the essence of San Benedetto, it would be a walk along the pier.

San Benedetto del Tronto, my hometown, is a small city named after a river, yet it finds its true identity in the sea. Here, the sea is more than a landscape; it’s woven into the lives, the spirit, the strength, and culture of the people.

The port of San Benedetto is a modest fishing harbor where boats leave in the quiet of night and return at dawn, with fresh catch destined for the tables of local homes and restaurants.

Here’s the pier—a long arm reaching into the sea, built to shelter boats but now safeguarding the memories and moments of everyone from San Benedetto. Here, you breathe the air of home, a salty breeze mixed with the sweetness of long conversations among familiar faces.

Everyone comes here, drawn for one reason or another, to find something in the shimmering reflection of the water. It’s the place for long strolls, for fishing, for morning jogs, for first dates; it’s the place you need to visit the moment you return home.