Parking our van obviously took longer than expected even with the help of a couple of burley Italian men, but soon enough we were wandering down the streets and within reach of the sparkling Med.
I love how the Italians are quite happy to plonk themselves anywhere to sunbathe. Be it a rock, boat, beach or pavement.
We had a gander through the streets, making our way up to the castle.
I'm not a massive one for walking about; that is, if I would rather be sunbathing instead. When we go on our big adventures I am totally fine with it; I am prepared to go in and out of castles, explore small shops, if you're lucky I might even check out some cool sculptures. However, this was definitely not something on the cards for this little trip. I had conjured up images of pizza, narrow alley ways, wine and sunshine... and especially ice cream or gelato. Therefore, I was not at all interested in going in and out of some big fortified building whilst a gelataria was calling my name at the bottom of the hill. Once something is in my mind, it won't go away. So off Adam and I trotted like little pigs towards the ice cream shop.
And we certainly were not disappointed.... although it did melt within seconds of leaving the overly air-conditioned store.
Wine was also something that I think of when someone says Italy. If you have read my Wine Course post, you will know I have a soft spot for wine- a very big one. So when I saw this.....
..... I got pretty excited to say the least. For some of you, these may just be big metallic barrels; for me these are big metallic barrels full of local Otranto wine.. and not only that- it was only €2 per litre! Fabulous. Mummy and I walked home tremendously pleased with our little find.
Nothing goes better with some local Italian wine than a big delicious home-cooked Italian meal al fresco. (Oh- and of course friends and family to share it with!)
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