(where we paused long enough for a beer and a taste of home-made medovina….who knew a few herbs and honey could be so smooth).
After a light lunch at an outdoor café overlooking the sea, it was time for us to get back in those divine waters.
We spent the afternoon swimming and sunning….then swimming and sunning some more.
As the early evening approached, we returned to the hotel….checking out our various dining options along the way. The restaurants that lined the narrow streets were appealing, especially the one run by our hotel….with myriad flickering candles, fresh flowers and silver gracing each white-clothed table, it was definitely the most romantic…. but our mouths were watering for Puntulina’s seafood spaghetti, so off we went….again, with no reservations.
You learn a few things in six decades of life….one is how to flatter. Craig approached the restaurant’s owner, telling her how much we had enjoyed our meal last night….the delicious food, the wonderful wine, the great service. She smiled as he continued, “it would be so nice to have another meal here before we leave tomorrow.” “But of course!” she cheerfully replied….and we were seated, once again, on the terrace overlooking the sea. With the waves softly breaking below, we supped contentedly on salad, that wonderful seafood spaghetti and homemade desserts….a soft pastry filled with jam & sweet cheese and a dark chocolate ice cream with the subtle kick of black pepper.
“Ice-cream is exquisite – what a pity it isn’t illegal” ~ Voltaire