Il Borgo della Marinella
- Swimming pool
- Room service
- Free High-Speed Internet
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... realized Rob was in 29C and I was in 42K on the Rome/Toronto leg of the trip. The extremely rude Alitalia agent blamed our travel agent and rudely dismissed us by rudely saying there was nothing she could do (did I mention she was rude?).
So off to Rome we went and half an hour later, after an advertised "9 minute" walk to our Rome/Toronto gate (we were in the passport control line-up longer than that, let alone the marathon walk), ...
... down to our place to be safe and to watch as it burned and spread a bit before the fire department finally came from somewhere (they apparently don't have one here). It was a bit too close for comfort but I guess what happened is that the men chopping around the olive trees had not cleared the brush at the base so it caught and spread. Not sure of the whole story. We were the only ones that seemed worried though.
Before supper we ...
... at least 30 on the Celsius scale so I'm not sure how much cooling will happen!). Alberto was busy rigging up the old fridge to act as a big cooler for tonight's "bar" and he and the kids were engraving bar signs into big stones he brought home from the beach. He is the poster child for the saying "necessity is the mother of invention". The "Western" themed bash was fraught with cowboys, saloon girls and more. There were "pistols" blazing, cowboy hats twirling and non ...
... flavoured gelato, and then proceeded to crack the white ball by tapping it sharply with a spoon. It "exploded" with a loud pop and created a smoky dry ice effect. The kids at the table behind us were squealing with delight! It tasted like a frozen egg white meringue of some sort but the best thing about it was the visual effect!! They also kept bringing trays of bread that consisted of red onion crispy thin breadsticks, spicy salami rolls, some whole grain raisin buns, ...
... were no intersections. Poor Tim. He finally just stopped talking to us and was relieved, I'm sure, when we reached the coastline and got back onto the highway. We were then on talking terms once more. Our last stop was in Pizzo where my cousin said they had the best gelato and so we made it a mandatory stop. We were not disappointed. The boys ate chocolate Tartuffo and I had a tiny cone, filled with lemon gelato and encrusted with a bright yellow ...