By the sea, by the sea, by the beautiful sea
After the heat and bustle of Rome, we looked forward to Rimini, a resort on the Adriatic coast. Rimini is not exactly the kind of place most North Americans visit when in Italy, but our travelling companions, both Brits, had been there nearly 40 years ago and wanted to revisit their youths.
Our hotel was wonderful. We got excellent dinner recommendations from the manager and reservations for our own private beach chairs (complete with striped umbrella) for the next day. We ate dinner on the beach, drank far too much wine and watched the World Cup semi-final. We over-tipped our adorable waiter for moving us to a special table to watch the game after we ate. Needless to say, when we returned the following evening, we got huge smiles and more excellent service.
The next morning was spent lounging in our beach chairs, reading and people watching. There were times when I felt like Marilyn Monroe waiting for Tony Curtis to show up in striped ascot and white duck trousers. No Shell Oil for me though, just olive oil that night on my bread. And not nearly enough fun in the sun either, by midday, the thunder clouds threatened and we beat a hasty retreat to our hotel room.
We didn't take a single photo in Rimini. I really have no idea why. I did get some shopping done, though-- a lovely red merino sweater (purchased in 35c weather, no less) and a straw hat for which I paid the extravagant sum of 5 euro. If you look through my photos you will see it. That women in the straw hat? Me.
After our single day of resort life, Grant and I left our friends behind for a few days and boarded the train to Venice. But that's a tale for another day...
Our hotel was wonderful. We got excellent dinner recommendations from the manager and reservations for our own private beach chairs (complete with striped umbrella) for the next day. We ate dinner on the beach, drank far too much wine and watched the World Cup semi-final. We over-tipped our adorable waiter for moving us to a special table to watch the game after we ate. Needless to say, when we returned the following evening, we got huge smiles and more excellent service.
The next morning was spent lounging in our beach chairs, reading and people watching. There were times when I felt like Marilyn Monroe waiting for Tony Curtis to show up in striped ascot and white duck trousers. No Shell Oil for me though, just olive oil that night on my bread. And not nearly enough fun in the sun either, by midday, the thunder clouds threatened and we beat a hasty retreat to our hotel room.
We didn't take a single photo in Rimini. I really have no idea why. I did get some shopping done, though-- a lovely red merino sweater (purchased in 35c weather, no less) and a straw hat for which I paid the extravagant sum of 5 euro. If you look through my photos you will see it. That women in the straw hat? Me.
After our single day of resort life, Grant and I left our friends behind for a few days and boarded the train to Venice. But that's a tale for another day...
posted by allison | 11:09 AM
3 Comments:
You're making me want to get out of here and go sit by the sea!
Man, you just made me wish I was on holiday!
Excellent! Here's to Venice :-)
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