Hotel Il Gabbiano
- Shuttle bus service
- Continental Breakfast
- Swimming pool
- Room service
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... world to think that than to think that we are all separate beings. This thought led on to a regular thought of mine, that women are connected in some cyclic or spiritual or pagan or hormonal way to Nature. Surely it's too coincidental that there are 28 days in a moon cycle, and 28 days in a menstral cycle. More babies are born on full moons too. I am also a firm believer that people go a little crazy on a full moon, just the same as how dogs get a little crazy when it's ...
... floor existed but that did not matter. By the time we were to leave, the group had developed quite an enjoyable relationship that had expanded to include a number of couples from parts of Italy including Naples.
One morning we decided to drive up the impossibly steep and winding road to visit the statue of Christ the Redeemer. This statue had been designed by Florence sculptor, Bruno Innocenti and built as a tribute as well as a tourist ...
... With his heavy Italian accent, the gentleman was quite clear on the directions for leaving the car park and proceeding to the main road that would get us to the freeway south to Naples. To pick up the our Fiat, we had to walk some 1000 yards down Via Giovanni to a large black and white building and take the elevator to the seventh floor. Here we found a number of people lined up waiting to get their cars. When it came to our turn, I handed our documents to the attendant and asked ...
... selection of cheeses. Yummy, a perfect lunch for a hot day. Around 4:00p.m., I began my dinner preparation. In unwrapping the pork, each slice was approximately the size of any 8" x 12" piece of notebook paper. I did not cook all four, it was just grotesquely too much. In looking at the meat, I was horrified as to just what this cut was? It was humongous and ever so strange. "Oh dear... What a challenge this is going to be!" I said out loud, almost afraid ...
... and one small grocery we went back to the boat. Just off the stern of Milena, friends of Jacques were offering us a cold cup if sangria. Wow, did that taste good, in this all too hot town, behind a huge break wall to the sea. Once on Milena, we all sat down, and shared a liter of cold water, before anyone could think of either preparing or eating lunch. Cold lunch meats, and a Greek-Italian green salad was perfect, as we washed it down with a very mild white ...