Hotel Il Gabbiano
- Shuttle bus service
- Continental Breakfast
- Swimming pool
- Room service
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... and put them in prisons for an indefinite amount of time. We don't take in 'illegal immigrants' from Africa. They all carry Ebola, or could. Truth is, they're all darker skinned, and Australia is still in the thick of the White Australia Policy, we just don't call it that anymore. The Italians have immigrated a lot in their history. Because of war and poverty. Because of a desire for a change of scenery. Because of politics. Because of family. Australia is made up of ...
... any speed. We stopped many times to view and take pictures finally reaching the quaint and pretty fishing village of Scario where we decided to have lunch before returning to our resort. Scario is across a very large bay from Maratea and while it appears to be somewhat close, the bay is likely 35 kms in diameter. While sitting at a table on the waterfront, we noticed that we could see Christ the Redeemer from Scario….he was truly looking after a ...
... car was. He motioned to me to follow him and off we went until we found the car. Hmmm...this car looked like it had been in a bit of a demolition derby as there were quite a few scratched and dents on most of the corners. When I mentioned this to the attendant, he looked at me and calmly stated: "no problem, there will be more!".
He deftly pulled the little Fiat out from a very tight parking spot and we checked and documented all of the dents and scrapes that ...
... 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 ...