I’d like to go back and do the past few days over again, please!
It feels like we cheated a last few days out of summer with such a late season-trip. Italy always captures my heart (I always find the people to be so warm and inviting, and let’s not even get started on the food!), but being there with some of my favourite people in the world was just about the best thing ever.
Particularly ‘stand-out’ moments?
Eating pineapple and basil gelato. It was *mindblowingly* incredible.
A Sunday lunch of pizzas and grilled octopus salad, eaten in the sunshine on the marina.
A morning stroll to the village to buy fresh fruit for breakfast.
Laying by the pool in late September sunshine.
Discovering lush Italian biscuits called ‘Pan di Stelle’, that are kind of like a cross between Bourbons and Oreos but without the cream filling. I’m obsessed.
Getting chance to expand my Italian vocabulary a little way beyond ‘One scoop of yoghurt gelato in a cup, please’ ;)
Watching bats flying round the piazza at dusk.
Late evening drinks the hotel with Mum and Jason, and finally managing to find a wine I don’t hate the taste of!
Oh and what’s that? Oh yes, watching my darling cousin marry the love of her life was pretty spectacular too, I guess…;) Photos from the wedding day itself to follow in the next few days (just *wait* until you see how beautiful Emily looked! She’ll knock your socks off!) but just for now, here’s the first batch of photos from our time in Sorrento…
I know I said I wouldn’t be posting until Tuesday, but I just can’t help myself.
Sidmouth beach was beautiful yesterday afternoon. Stormy and moody, with the sort of waves that could send you right off to sleep.
I’ve not been to a beach in the UK for years and years, and right now I can’t think why. There’s nothing quite like a trip to the beach, is there? Next time we’ll bring Ted with us, so that he have his first taste of seawater and a frolic in the waves.
Probably the hardest decision Jason and I made the weekend we were in Cardiff (after choosing between coffee or tea over breakfast, of course) was which of the castles we wanted to visit on Sunday. Choosing between Castle Coch and Cardiff castle was tough stuff for Ultimate History Enthusiasts like us. In the end, we decided to head over to Caerphilly and visit the pint-sized 19th Century fairytale-esque Castle Coch, so as not to have a history-overload what with our trip to the Tower of London coming up this weekend. Oh, and speaking of Castle Coch, I learnt the hard way this weekend that ‘Coch’ is actually supposed to almost rhyme with ‘cork’. Just FYI…
Here are a couple of photos from our last day in Cardiff, if you’d like to see!
So this past weekend, we took a little trip to Cardiff! Jason spent the journey over there trying to convince me that we needed our passports, plug adaptors, and ‘Welsh money’. I wasn’t fooled by the idea of Welsh money (three years working in a foreign currency exchange’ll do that to even the most gullible of girls) but I was about five seconds off googling ‘Passport checks on the Severn Bridge’ when Jason stopped teasing me…