Park Hotel Alcione
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- Continental Breakfast
- Shuttle bus service
- Room service
- Swimming pool
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Travel Blogs from Francavilla Al Mare
... s there from the North Africa campaign. It housed up to 3000 prisoners It is now a museum. We arrived back at the hotel about 4pm and rested till about 6 when Derek and I went shopping. The locals were out strolling as usual. We met the group at 6.30 for an early dinner at a bar as no restaurants open till after 8pm and some wanted an early night for packing. The food was ordinary but the chatter was fun. Derek's favourite - hot meat and ...
... was also wonderful with two of the best pastas I have ever tasted. While we were there, a man walked in with trays of fresh Porcini mushrooms that he had just picked. They were on one of our pastas. Some then shared a plate of baked mushrooms that were like small pieces of meat. Throw in the usual ceramic jug of local rough red and an espresso and lunch was complete......again. Derek asked for a caffe Americano (long black) ...
... food was fabulous. We were served by her 11 year old grandson. The Italians are very family oriented and all generations spend lots of time together. We had 14 courses of food and four different drinks. We were all totally stuffed long before the dessert which we managed to force down. There were lots of laughs and a good time was had by all. The courses were - crispy pasta with herb butter, pancetta with fresh fig, ...
... down on Positano before heading back through the wiggly roads through the mountains. After driving back through Naples we drve right accross Italy to a farmhouse in a olive orchard where we were staying the night. We visited a seafood shop on the fishing wharf and Dad bought oysters and mussels and scallops which mum cooked up for dinner. The farmhouse was a little rough but we spent the night planning some of the other destinations to follow. Good Night for now. - Grace
... we go to their favourite gelato place, two deserts is a bit much, but when in Italy! We wave off Al's friends before heading back to her apartment to collect some items to take to a Vinnie's bin. We walk through the streets of Torino one last time and pass the church where the holy shroud is currently on display.
I wave goodbye to Alex as she heads to the kid's schools one last time and her American friend drives me to the train station.
Bye Torino, bye Italy, it's been ...