Hotel Ristorante Calabrisella
Travel Blogs from Capo Vaticano
... well spent. We are now in Napoli for one last night and are planning to devour as much of their amazing pizza and pasta that we can fit into our stomachs before heading home tomorrow. On a side nite, I also got a hair cut today. It was quite an experience and let's just say that I am looking forward for the opportunity to wear all of the different hats I own for a while. The guy used an assistant like a doctor would have a nurse handing him tools during surgery. ...
... br> I have now weaned myself off of Snickers bars as they are now so expensive (almost €3) that that route for energy has become unsustainable.
Lastly, I cannot recommend enough the restaurant I went to in Paola. It's called Albergo Rosies and there is no menu but the food just keeps on coming! The chef is very young and specialises in Calabrian cuisine. Excellent food, excellent wine, excellent ...
... in Pizzo, Calabria - a town of seven thousand, with its old town built on narrow streets made of lava stone. For lunch, we ate: thick red spicy pepperoni on bread, olives, pasta with broccoli in a thick sauce of olive oil, and fat fillets of fish.
-----That evening, Enzo hosted a dinner party. Four men came. Drinking spumani and red wine, they discussed politics, corruption, the mafia. Enzo sounded smart. He calmly explained why the French ...
... Bingo. Damn...apparently number 9 is NOT my all time lucky number. Off I went to the slot tournament. The prize there was $500. Okay, so Bingo isn't really my game...but slots...now that's right up my alley. As you can see in the photo of the tally board after my turn, I'm placed third and the top 6 get into the final. I returned an hour later....and I'm no longer in third place...nor fourth, fifth or sixth. I'm out of the running. Just as I was last week. But, ...
... 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 ...
- Shuttle bus service
- Continental Breakfast
- Swimming pool
- Room service