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- Continental Breakfast
- Shuttle bus service
- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Room service
TripAdvisor Reviews Agriturismo Costantino Maida
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... I also had the best lemon granita (like a slushy but much more elegant!) I have ever tasted. This is a very pretty town and the houses are almost orange in colour as opposed to the grayish, beige, yellow tones we've seen. Also, the streets are lined with gelato places making it even more of a must see! This is where Rob burned rubber in Pizzo as we had to back track and do multiple u-turns to get into the gelato place parking lot. He may be a "snowflake" ...
... pick pocket about. Anna Maria directed us and led the way and she also helped barter to get batter prices, although I did ok myself as I got some deals for Rob and I by just naming a lower price. I think my mother would have been proud, although she would probably have said that I still paid too much!! Anna Maria bought us fries and a huge bottle of water so we grabbed some cups and Louise poured a few rounds. It was ...
... I believe we topped the charts at 34 people, but it could have been more. The children ate first and then the adults took their place and what a "lunch" it was!! Pasta salad, with breaded cutlets, and sliced eggplant done with olive oil and hot peppers and enough homemade bread to feed twice the number of people we had. We cracked open the Limoncello we bought in Sorrento and spent most of the afternoon catching up, reminiscing about ...
... of them from my aunts and cousins. They tell me things they remember and speak of my mom and dad with such reverence that it's very humbling. I am truly fortunate. They all want to know about my brother Rob and so very much want to see him again. And of course, about Uncle Leo and how he's doing with his eye issue. They so wish he was here (as do we). I saw Gualtiero Milito on the beach today and we had a lovely chat ...
... a feast for the beach crowd as they are like the cavalry come home (credit to Alberto's mom for the perfect metaphor!) when they all arrive back at the house at once. There was what looked like multiple chickens cut in pieces and ready for oven roasting. I helped peel volumes of potatoes and of course always tomato salad and heavenly bread of some sort. While we waited for everyone to arrive, we walked down the hill to see Lina Volpe, another relative. Lunch was ...