Latina is on the coast of the beautiful Mediterranean Sea - the beaches and swimming were excellent there. Not far from the other side of the city were mountains which were the destination of many of our hikes. If one was happy to eat a lot of pasta all the time (and wise enough to throw all the half rotten chickens that were sometimes served with the pasta to dozens of homeless dogs that roamed the camp), and didn't mind to live in somewhat dilapidated buildings with only a cold water most of time, it was sort of a paradise.
Then I remember the farmers' stands with piles of watermelons and various pumpkins that lined the streets of many villages and smaller towns almost till Christmas.
And there was also some poverty among the antique monuments of Capua Vecchia Santa Lucia. People whom I asked about the whereabouts of some almost forgotten Roman underground temples in places where normal tourists hadn't apparently ventured for decades were visibly ashamed of their poverty (almost as if it was not in their power to overcome that poverty however hard they tried).
(There is still a lot of memories and thoughts about the absurdities of our world that I would like to add here or somewhere else on my site when I have time again. ... This promise was made in the fall of 1996 ... it may still take some more time to fulfill it ...)