That is what it said in the camping book. After our motorway journey, and our first traffic jam for many weeks – Italy is busy building things, we made it to this friendly, busy campsite, with a really deep swimming pool. Alan and I headed straight for the beach, but it was disappointing and we were hungry. We hot footed it into town - a place called ……., to find something to eat. Alan was concerned that a beach front restaurant may be all location and no content, but I refused to have my idea of my first meal out in Italy (one of many, we have to admit) not to be on the sea front.
Now here is the point where I admit that my requirement to avoid bread and pasta went a little west. I have a wheat intolerance, which is just an inconvenience, rather than an illness. But, in Italy, PIZZA IS EVERYWHERE. And I am not exaggerating.
So, we have the most fantastic pizza in this little town on the coast. We rolled home, satisfied. We had parked up by the washing up facilities. It was so hot, we opened up the van, and sat in there with no lights on, so as not to attract bugs, and particularly mosquitos, which I have had a head on battle with the whole of Italy.
The lady running the campsite had said that it had been in the 30’s (80’s for us old fashioned types) and this was extremely unusual for May. She was wilting and so we felt comfortable feeling fatigued by the heat.
And what wonderful things you receive whilst sitting listening, in the dark. A Scottish gentleman was sharing his story with his new German friend (they’d swapped iPods to share their music tastes at the pool). And what a story. Ungrateful, spoiled children, an early divorce, a desire for fun and adventure, but a commitment to his family. And then, a new lady, a new lease for life and a new van. He was off and doing it for himself and he was so thrilled. I think the German friend was a bit overwhelmed with the level of personal detail. We sat there, in the dark, captivated. Willing and supporting him. It didn’t feel sneaky listening in, because we felt such empathy towards him. It felt like a grown up bed time story.