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Day 16 - Saturday, 20th September, 2014
After yesterdays long and arduous drive, we decided to have a second day in Rapallo.
We walked into the centre of the town to try and find a cafe that might serve an English breakfast.
Voilą! We found one. Or at least we thought we had. Although the menu was in Italian, we could clearly see that an ...
... We had a wander around, but it was pretty quiet. We noticed an old fortress on a hill only a couple of blocks from the shopping area, so we went up to have a look. By the time we came down, twenty minutes later, the place had come alive. There were people everywhere, with their dogs and babies, all beautifully dressed, as usual, even the little toddler in the photo is wearing a scarf which is colour coordinated with her puffer vest and ...
... beaches are actually demountable, so they've been collapsed and taken away to be stored for the winter. It's quite noticeable that there are fewer tourists and a greater proportion of locals, so we are seeing Rapallo morphing from a summer resort to a normal community. It seems strange to see the shops stocking up on winter clothing, but it's interesting to see the trends, because that's what we'll be wearing next winter. This evening ...
... the next year, and since then it's become an annual event for them. Neither of their husbands wants to travel, so they were both saying how blessed I was to have my husband travelling with me. ( Can you imagine me trying to make him stay at home!). Of course Wok is in his element here, loving Italian food as he does. However I feel as though I'm just about up to the plimsoll line with pasta and pizza. I think I feel a big steak or pork chop coming on in the next day or ...
... and they continued the service. It was their prayer time, and one by one they prayed, with fervour, and at considerable length. Finally the Pastor prayed, so we thought that would be the end of the prayer time, but then someone mentioned another issue and they started again. By now forty minutes had elapsed, so we didn't feel too bad about leaving, being unable to understand the language. When we left we decided it was coffee time, even though we hadn't said a single prayer. We ...