Hotel Ristorante Cervo
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They ask me to sit up in the chair for a few minutes, to check the local hasn’t killed off any essential brain-cells I guess, ask me if I’d like the tooth (which I did) and then I’m escorted off back upstairs.
I’m given a post-operative precautions note, I guess as it’s in Italian, and then have to hand over €172 for the privilege. If you forget the tooth in my hand, it made the post-operative paper seem a bit ...
This morning we said goodbye to our beautiful Castle hideaway & hit the Autostrada. First stop was Vicolungo The Style Outlet Shopping Mall to spend the last of those pesky Euro's! Then we thought we would just have a drive around the villages in Lombardy around the lake Lago Maggiore. It was just beautiful. Especially the village if Angera. I could ...
... Pasqua” (“Happy Easter”)
The Esselunga supermarket on Via Michelangelo Buonarroti in Monza had 14 checkouts open today – everyone seems to be shopping up large for their Easter family, Sunday mid-day dinner.
And buying La Colomba Easter cakes. I bought my … mmm … ...
... of the walls where you could presumably throw all sorts of nasty, dangerous stuff down on the attackers. T and D decided they would throw snowball, and had a bunch of giggly fun doing that. Miss C was tired and complainy, and fell asleep for her nap in the Ergo on my back as we explored.
We drove up to the third castle, Sasso Corbaro, which we knew to be closed for the winter. T and J walked up to it to have a look, while I waited with ...
... in Italy, clothes lines filled with clothes drying, flower pots and small gardens of herbs & veges, Mediterranean yellow coloured and people hanging around chatting. The only difference was the shops along the street side at the ground level were cheap Chinese clothes shops and food markets. Now, I am going to sound silly here but I thought the term "Mamma Mia" was something we Aussies made up but alas an old lady muttered it to us as she came in ...