Yesterday, we got in a full day at the remote beach that
only those “in the know” go to. Talk
about a great place… the water is crystal clear and calm and the beach is not
overrun with loud tourists. In fact, as
far as we can tell, there are only three loud tourists. From Minnesota.
We left the beach later in the afternoon, headed into town
to get the world-famous Pinnochio ice cream sundaes, and then wandered for a
while. If the town was bigger, you could
get lost for weeks. All kinds of nooks
and crannies, none of the streets seem to lead anywhere, and absolutely no
landmarks. But that’s why it’s cool.
We revisited some places we remembered from last time, like
the mini-door through the town wall and the world’s narrowest street, and made
some new discoveries, like Ivan the winemaker.
We stumbled across Ivan’s small, dark, musty cellar in the middle of
town. Ivan doesn’t speak much English,
but he is quite a character. He has a
mule who drinks coffee, and he made us try everything he has to offer (there
are a few of these cellars in town…if you did that at each one, you really
might get lost for weeks). He showed us
his vinegars, saying “Not veen-a-gra, vee-a-gra!” And he was nice enough to pose for a photo-op
as well.
We also met a wonderful artist and Rosetta got her first
pair of dangly earrings, which she has been wanting “forever”. Very exciting!
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