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Travel Blogs from Campora San Giovanni
... The owner, Salvatore, was a real character, and insisted we eat lunch when we arrived at 4pm - Nuka had a gamberi pasta (Domenica eating prawns!!!!), Lia a Carbonara, Paolo Vongole and I had a Sicilia pasta - wonderful home cooked food with homemade bread out of Salvatore's pizza oven. We were instructed to report back for pizzas had 9.30pm, which we duly did, after lying down for a few hours to mentally ...
... and helped them drink their beer and eat pizza. A Capriciossa if you were wondering.
He is stayed at the Albergo Blumentag tonight, 55 euros, and looking forward to some Calabrian food. There is also a festival going on in Paola - Il Giorni di San Francesco - and San Fran looks uncannily like a young Kent Nickerson,
Miles today: 130
Keep the faith
... handled the hectic pace so well and a break is very much deserved. They now will have to get stuck into a bit of homework which they are obviously not to keen on but that was the deal that came with the holiday.
We have just wandered around Cerisano looking at the original stone home of the Trozzo family (Davids sister & brother in law). We saw the old school, the original home, the land that the ...
... waiting for-EVER for me in our home on Ithaca.
-----Hmm, I thought. Maybe I should visit the Greek island of Ithaca, after finishing my travels?
-----Penelope reminded me that after Homer's hero returned home, his dog Argos saw him and died. Oh, dear. I hoped Tucker the Corgy Dog wasn't going to die when I returned home to Michigan!
-----Of course, I still wasn't sure where I'd live after finishing my travels. I still hadn't forgiven ...
... like a Disney movie. All that was missing was the magic talking dolphins, and some fairy dust. We hopped off at the first village, called Riomaggiore. It was a beautiful little place, using dads words: it had cliffs that tumbled down into the turquoise sea, and now dads not describing it to me, because he says I have to use my own words. 'Pretend you're back there, and what do you think of?' He says. 50 year old wisdom. Okay, so, when I pretend I'm ...
- Continental Breakfast
- Shuttle bus service
- Swimming pool
- Room service