Cilento Fairy Tales

Sunday, 4 September 2016

Buffalo Gals

Lunchtime

On Friday, our friend Kim posted a photo on IG of a rather

yummy looking hamburger stuffed with mozzarella.

She'd had lunch with friends at Caseificio Barlotti in Paestum.

Said photo got hubby almost drooling, so he booked a table

for us to eat there on Saturday.

And, whilst the food was delicious (and some), it was the

getting up close to the buffalo gals
who give us that delicious mozzarella

which was the highlight for me......

Are you looking at me?

Giant Haystacks

Mud, mud, glorious mud

Shot of the Day

Saturday, 25 June 2016

British & Proud? Not Right Now

Oh Britain, what have you done?
(Or, more specifically, England, as both Scotland & Northern Ireland voted to remain)

It's not quite 24 hours since the

final results of the EU referendum

were declared, and I am still numb.....

reeling at the enormity of what

'Leave' means.

Saddened for my children & grandchildren,

who have had their futures decided by people who "didn't think my 'Leave' vote

would count".

As hubby posted on FB yesterday,

"Go on, ask me if I'm proud to be British,

I dare you"

The answer, sadly, has to be "No"

Tuesday, 7 June 2016

Alberobello: Not Your Usual Tourist Pics

As I mentioned in my last blog post,

I got sidetracked quite easily in Alberobello,

by virtue of it being market day the morning after we arrived.

Not that I did any shopping (I am not a shopaholic - but I could be, given chance).

But those 'won't happen again' moments

were too good to miss......

Four guys and a 1922 Silver Ghost

Kerbside appeal

Cherry ripe

Show me the way to go home

Girlfriends got nothing to wear

Saturday, 4 June 2016

A couple of weeks back,
we went on a roadtrip - a sort of 'early
birthday celebration' for hubby,
whose birthday happens to fall on
Festa della Repubblica (meaning that prices
for any type of accommodation are sky
high & everywhere is 'silly busy').

Our first stop was Alberobello, where we
managed to tick another one off the
Bucket List by spending the night in a trullo.

Via Bovio, 22 - home for a night

It was tiny, it was quaint & it was tucked away from the main tourist drag; in fact, we had real next door but one neighbours, ranging from old 'Nonno'
down to a 3-year old who didn't want to
go to school on Thursday morning.
And, although we were tourists, it was nice
to feel that we weren't really tourists at all.

We did, of course, wander round taking lots of photos, but Thursday was market day
so I sort of got sidetracked taking 'not your usual tourist pic' shots (more of those later). But I did take the one shot that surely everyone who comes to Alberobello must take....