We spent most of our non-wedding related time in wandering around the town of Sorrento, trying not to get lost. Correction, Jason and my Mum spent a lot of time trying to stop *me* getting lost. My internal compass has been on the blink for the last 22 and a half years. My Grandma’s was broken for a full 80 years. It’s a family problem.
We stumbled across so many delicious fruit stands and shops on our travels, and had to restrain ourselves from buying as much fruit as we could carry. I did buy some of those wonderful peaches though, and a Granny Smith (Nonna Smith?;) apple so tart it made my eyes water! Don’t those plums look almost like they’re lit from within?
Below: It’s hard to spot the little lizards at first, but once you get your eye in, you notice them everywhere. This one was especially huge, and had beautiful green markings down his back. Last year when Mum and I visited Lake Garda, I found one on my bed. I’m glad not to have repeated that experience again…
Below: The aforementioned pineapple & basil, and yoghurt gelato combo. Note the scoop-marks, because I just couldn’t wait to take a photo before trying it. Oh my, I want to go back for another round. And those purple tables! That gelateria was just too Instagram friendly…
We all (Jason and I, Mum, Emily and James, and friends) argued long and hard about the cup vs. cone dilemma. I firmly believe that gelato in a cup is the way to go. Care to weigh in on this totally pointless argument?
Below: I found so many photos of signs, gates, and wrought iron on my camera that I don’t even remember taking. I think I’m a bit obsessed…
Below: The water round the bay of Sorrento was crazy clear. I chickened out and didn’t go swimming once whilst we were there though. Next time Med, next time!
Below: The parma ham in Italy is so.darn.good. And the mozzarella. And that melon was pretty spectacular too, thinking about it. Sigh. At Naples airport there’s a fancy mozzarella bar, with countless balls of fresh mozzarella floating about in tanks like fish. So different from the standard just-a-little-bit-cold eggs benedict and disappointing burgers airport fayre!
Below: After lunch on Tuesday, I ordered a caffe latte. The waiter told me that in Italy, the traditional way to take coffee after a meal is in the form of espresso, and suggested that I try one. I drank my espresso with a little sugar in, and it was ridiculously delicious. I’m now on the hunt for a decent, not too crazy expensive espresso maker…
p.s. I promise I did wear other clothes in Italy aside from that black swallow print dress. We just happened to take a lot of photos on the day I wore it, so…
