We filled our basket with local cheese, fresh bread, fresh rich tomatoes, plump olives and wine – we were set.
With our bodies finally still, but our heads still ‘travelling’ we utilised our host’s wonderful CD collection and celebrated our safe arrival and achieving our fifteen year old dream.
We couldn’t stop staring at the view. Proud mountains reached up into the sky to the west. North the undulating green hills eased our tired eyes. East stretched our vision to the glimmering ocean. South allowed us to ponder the local building design, private gardens, and olive groves.
The large, cool marble floor in the lounge created a wonderful dance floor – fortunately the neighbouring houses were empty, the cats must have thought there was new animal friends in town. (Noel usually likens my singing to yodelling, but a screeching cat is about the same).
With no internet or phone we indulged in sleeping, eating, and reading, with a fair bit of staring into space.
We watched a movie to help our minds calm and even worked out the dish-washer (living on boats most of our married/travelling lives we’ve not had such luxurious equipment!)
Our exploration of Italy was about to start.
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