Le Dune Hotel
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- Continental Breakfast
- Airport Transportation
- TV Channel One Russia
- Room service
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... job to cut the pizza. Like Enzo and Rosy, he used scissors. We ate and ate and drank and drank and talked and talked and then Bruno opened a bottle of prosecco. I love the stuff, and always think of my Auntie Et whenever I see a bottle. I was starting to get sad, knowing that yet another chapter in our journey was coming to an end. And at the same time, excited for the next part of our trip. So many mixed emotions.
JOHN: These little ...
... stopped to buy some special pasta for Emanuela.
Back home, before dinner, Enzo and Rosy arrived with a trunk full of gifts for us. They had beer, wine, books, cookies for John, and a large envelope from cousin Ernesto Santoro. I didn't get to see him this trip, so it was nice that he thought of me.
We were tired again (still!), so we went right to bed after another good meal and even better company.
... with Bruno and family before we left for dinner. I was so happy to not need Luigi to interpret nearly as much as last year. It was raining all day. When we drove to the restaurant high up on the hill, the streets were flooded with deep water rushing down, and debris in the streets. John and I were scared. I asked Antonietta if she was and she said no. I expected the car to be pushed off the hill from the force of ...
... pictures of the decorations!
After the hike we stopped at a nearby picnic area with a nice breeze and enjoyed the lunch that we had packed up, including very tasty left over's that Maria Pia had given us from dinner the night before. It was fun watching a group try and get their bbq going to cook their lunch. The twigs they scavenged for were so dry they were not getting the charcoal bricks going enough to get ...
... he maneuvered through the crowd towards me. He grabbed my arm, pulling me closer to him. He muttered something not loud enough for me to hear over the noise of the busy market place. Not that I would have been able to understand anyway. He held up his cloves of garlic. I kindly say no and try to venture on. He was more than persistent. He followed me to the next stall. Creepily, he smiled, still holding up the garlic. I shake my head and turned my attention ...