My last post ended with us heading to Pompeii for a wine tasting session.. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. What did happen though was a fun night out in Naples; which then led us to Sorrento until the early hours of the morning. Ending the night with Ellen missing the passerelle and falling straight into the port. Was by far, the funniest thing that has happened this whole season.
I think that’s what travelling does. It gives you this feeling that you will never be completely at home again, because a part of your heart is always elsewhere. That in itself is the price we pay for the richness of loving and knowing people in more than one place.
Coffee and Croissants have filled our mornings. Pizza, Pasta and Red wine our evenings. The ideal.
Raging bushfires burned behind the mountains, Helicopters with water-bombs flew up above, and the beach packed with tourists.
We arrived on one of the hottest days being 38 degrees. So what else do you do on a Greek island in that heat, with absolute legends but hit a beach club.
Its Ellen. Shes back. Shes drunk. Shes hungry. After whipping out the friendship card, I rolled out of bed and onto the street with her (I’m still in my pyjamas btw).
Streets with no cars, palm trees engulfing sidewalks, timber beach bars on the waterline, and restaurants with some of the most delicious food I have ever eaten.