Finally my toes have warmed up. I'm indoors at La Pelosetta, a comfortable bar about 250 meters from our campsite with a view of the Torre Pelosa. A murder of crows keep flying past the window. It has been a dreary day weatherwise to say the least, very cool, overcast and constant rain since mid morning. That's typical winter like weather in the Mediterannean Sea.
So we have indulged in Sardinian and Italian sweets. I'm not complaining.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
How Sweet It Is
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2 comments:
ok, THATS ENOUGH! I think I am gaining weight reading this blog!! LOL Good thing you are paddling it all off. I better head for the water. ~carrie in pr
Wendy, Wendy...
You're in danger of being corrupted by all that rich Italian food - don't you just wish you had a good plate of fish and brewis, maybe some fresh-boiled crab, a bit of bread and bakeapple jam and some nice strong tea to wash it down...something really fit for a hard-working paddler... :>^))
BTW - remember Keels? You're remembered there...check out
http://ballyhackpoint.blogspot.com/for a few pix of your old haunts.
Have a great trip, and for the love and honour of God, take care out there.
From out of the fog,
Rick and Chris
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