...and this year, some of our family came too
Our base for all this Vesuvius-related sightseeing was not in Naples itself, but in the pleasant little town of Vico Equense, on the way to Sorrento and one of the stops on the Circumvesuviana railway line, which made it very convenient, even though the trains seemed much more crowded than the last time Sky and I were there.
Our rental house, Casa Andreina A, was absolutely delightful. Perched on the side of a hill, it had a big terrace, overlooking the harbour, with a view right across the Bay of Naples to Mount Vesuvius.
As well as the trips to Pompeii etc., there was time to explore the town, visit the museum and climb the steps to the castle. After which, we set off for the next big adventure. Back to Naples, back on the fast 'Frecciarossa' train to Rome and then the local train out to the port of Civitavecchia, where we boarded the ferry for an overnight sailing to Cagliari, in Sardinia. Arriving in Cagliari early in the morning, we left our luggage at the hotel and went for an Italian breakfast of coffee and cornetti con cioccolata (or marmalata or crema, depending on one's preference.) It was fun to show Astrid and the boys the sights of Cagliari. We climbed the many, many steps to the top of the Bastione, from where you can see for miles. Visited the incredibly ornate cathedral. Explored the narrow streets and shops...
In Bosa, we stayed in one of the apartments belonging to our friends Marco and Alessandra. This one had a terrace, overlooking the River Temo. After a hectic schedule, it was now time to kick back and relax, drink coffee in the piazza -- and of course eat gelati every day.
Before Astrid and the boys went home, we wanted to show them Alghero. And we were keen for them to take the boat trip out to Capo Caccia and the wonderful limestone caves, as we had enjoyed that trip so much when we did it ourselves. This worked out well. We were able to have couple of delightful days in Alghero. And the boat trip was a great success.
|Then, sadly, it was time to say goodbye again.
How quickly those three weeks had flown!! We saw the others off at
Fertilia airport for their flight back to to Milan, from where they
would fly home to Boston. |
We watched their plane take off and gradually become a speck in the darkening sky.
Now it was just us again.
Back we went to Bosa, where we stayed another week, resting and trying to recover from the respiratory virus that had been dogging us - and Astrid too - ever since Naples.
And then it was time to do some more exploring. First, we went to the little town of Castelsardo on Sardinia's north coast. An ancient, medieval town on top of a hill, with a modern town below.
Stayed at a sweet little B & B called Il Tramonto, where Manuele, the owner, made us very welcome. Delicious breakfast on the roof terrace.
From Castelsardo, we caught a bus to Santa Teresa da Gallura and another bus from there to Palau, in Sardinia's north-east corner - part of the famous 'Emerald Coast,' where all the yachties go and where rich people have built million-dollar mansions that nestle among the rocks.
|We climbed up to the castle, explored the old town, enjoyed the views...|
...and came down again in time for a nice dinner at Edoardo's.
Down at the harbour, we climbed aboard the sleek little sailboat 'Città di Palau' and set off for a whole day exploring the glorious La Maddalena archipelago, its islands, its beautiful rock formations, crystal clear water and pristine, white sand beaches.
Our small group (seven young people, our Captain Carlo and his wife Monica and the two of us) sailed all around the islands, stopping to swim, snorkel and sunbathe on several of the beautiful beaches. Monica served us lunch on deck, complete with chilled white wine and mirto. What an absolutely wonderful day it was.
We sailed back into Palau harbour as the sun was starting to go down. Carlo and Monica waved us goodbye.
|We spent the next day pottering around the extensive foreshore areas of Palau. And then it was time to turn our faces towards home and start on the long, overland journey back. Another great Italian trip was coming to an end.|
Arrivederci Italia! Forse ci vediamo l'anno prossimo...?