Il San Francesco Charming Hotel
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- Continental Breakfast
- Shuttle bus service
- Room service
- Swimming pool
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... made in Asheville! Bruno was pleasantly surprised. We asked Bruno why he no longer rides. He said since he retired from his job, he actually has less time - with family obligations, granddaughters, etc. He is happy with his life, you can tell. Antonietta doesn't want to move to this house because it's out of town and she doesn't drive. Emanuela wants to live there because there's much more space than her current house. Luigi is undecided, I ...
... man in a uniform...we know how this is going to go...) came and said 'Non mangiare qui!' John was quick to say 'that's the ONLY person in Italy who says to NOT eat!'
Antonietta was telling us how good the coffee in Naples is, so we had some after visiting the ruins. Naples coffee...it's famous, and we can see why. They say it's the water.
We walked for a bit to visit a large cathedral. On the way back to the ...
... 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 ...
... however this is something we too have to carry until all consumed. The water is brought cheap in six packs but damned heavy to carry. Having said that by sending the extras that were only needed for Gallipoli home the weight is manageable as it cannot be avoided completely and sure pleased to carry things on my back rather than pulling a wheeled case because the footpaths and roads are pretty much all pavers or tiles and very ...
... prosciutto was equally as trying. I wanted eight slices. And through clever hand-signaling, this was accomplished. But I am sure I paid too much, again. My failed attempts to act like a local, buying local produce from the local market left me feeling inadequate. My day couldn’t get any worse. But as Murphy’s law predicts, it did. A man lingering and wandering up and down the stall-lined alley sells cloves of garlic to the ...