Today was a beach day. Yesterday's touristing (is that a word?) took it’s toll so we had a lazy morning and walked the five minutes to the seafront where we found it was also market day. Italian coffee shots, which I am going to miss dearly, and a quick nosey through the stalls later and I had my feet in the Med.
The day flew in the way only spent on a beach with a good book can, interrupted only for a plate of fresh pesto pasta and a beer at lunch.
That evening we walked back into town to look for dinner. We chose a tiny little pizzeria which was packed to the rafters with locals and quick found out why. My Dad always said to never order from a laminated menu, so when a tattered piece of hand written Italian was put in front of me, and the pizzas being eaten around me were bigger than a steering wheel, I knew it was going to be good.
Have you ever met someone who you instantly like? It only happens to me occasionally, but our waiter tonight was just so lovely, I have to mention him. His name was Alessandro, he was only young and when he released we were English (with my red shoulders it’s usually instantly recognisable, Dem has taken to calling me ‘Lobby Lobster’) he very excitedly told us he loved practising his English, which sounded pretty perfect to me anyway. At first I thought he was a little too happy, but quickly realised that was actually just who he was, he was just a genuinely lovely, happy person who really wanted to make those around him happy. He came out with some lines that made up laugh until we cried, but I think you had to be there and they would get very lost in translation written up here.
We ate pizza’s straight from the fire which were up there with the best I’ve ever had, and drank a bottle of the local wine which seems to get better and cheaper the further into Italy we get.
In other news .. Mostiquitos ... what the hell is up with them, and why do they love me so??
Full belly again. Night.