1. The first day we got there during siesta so we went to Roadhouse Pub (kinda funny to have a pub in Italy). This place had amazing salads, which means that we pretty much, well we did, eat there everyday!!! We were all really exhausted from the long drive so we just relaxed and walked around a bit.
2. Every morning Tara and I hiked all around the town, up mountains, walked on the beach, climbed rocks-all sorts of fun activities. And then we would head down to the beach to relax all day in the sun. We both got pretty tan this week :) We look HOT!!!
3. Okay, here's a little true story from Tara--> So I'm laying on the beach, reading my book, enjoying the peaceful idyllic setting, sound of waves crashing on the sand/pebbles, and a final break from the incessant comments by creepy foreign men, when Rachel voice cuts into the perfect moment whispering "Tara, Tara....this guy next to me is speaking italian and I don't know what he's saying..." I look over and there is this nerdy little man in all maroon and strappy man sandals crouched on the ground next to her. I look over at him and he starts talking to me in Italian in a strange hushed whisper. My instincts tell me this guy is kind of a creep show, so I decide to play the naive American I-don't-understand-Italian card. He starts off asking where we are from, how old we are...you know...the normal questions. Then he asks who we are here with. Rachel's family of course seems like the most intimidating answer to give a weirdo right? He doesnt seem phased by this. Then he asks if he can sit down. I pretend that I have no clue what he is saying, in hopes that he will give up and walk away. No such chance. He plops down indian style in between our towels and continues to try to make conversation. He asks where we are staying. I lie, of course. Rule #1: Never tell a weird foreign man where you are staying. So this is where it really gets weird: he looks at Rachel's foot, and says something about her tattoo. And touches her foot. SHE LOVED IT. He asks me to tell him what the tattoo means in Italian. I explain. THEN he looks at my feet and tells me that I have "belli piedi" (which means beautiful feet in Italian) and touches my foot. Alright creepshow. He looks over to Rachel, touches her foot and says that she too, has beautiful feet. I look at her face and I can tell that she is about to either throw up or rip his face off...I'm not sure which. I secretly think that this might be karma for her always talking about how she has such great feet and putting them in everyone's faces, but I decide now is not a good time to share this thought with her...
So THEN, as if this wasn't weird enough already, he looks over at my feet, looks at me, and asks in Italian if he can give me a foot massage. ABSOLUTELY NOT WEIRDO. I pretend I have no clue what he is saying, tuck my feet as far from his reach as possible, and tell him "hmmm...ok....well....Ciao!". He finally gets the clue that we don't want to talk to him, and MOST DEFINITELY don't want foot massages, and he gets up. I think that it might have been the highlight of Rachel's trip.... She really wanted a foot massage from him...poor girl...I totally ruined her chances. Sorry Rach.
4. The third day Tara and I went for our usual hike/walk/climb/run/stairs and while on it we decide that we are hot shit and that we are going to kill ourselves by renting kayaks for the day. Yes, kayaking on the sea. So we walk down to the store, rent a kayak to share, even though we are told that it is hard for beginners. We think we are champs and can do anything. Well the guy helps us carry it down to the water, we get in it, start rowing and lo and behold we REALLY are champs. Easy schmeezy!! We are all smiles as we paddle out of the harbor, down past a few beaches, into the Bue Marina Grotta. Bue Marina Grotta is the longest grotta on the Mediterranean. The grotta was really cool, but pretty similar to the caves I went in in Belize. After visiting the Grotta we decide that we are getting hungry and want to head back to the harbor. Well... sharing a kayak, for beginners, on the sea, ACTUALLY is really hard and tiring. Our smiles were shattered by our bruised hands, soar abs, shoulders, backs, arms and starving stomaches. We are HANGRY! And hating ourselves and kayaking. But don't worry...we now love kayaking and now know that we should bring snacks out with us...for energy! The rowing and the sun drained us!! I am so excited to go kayaking again in Cinque Terre!!!! <3
5. On our last full day, we decided to take an excursion to all the beaches in the Golfo di Orosei. Only Cala Ganone, where we stayed, and one other beach are accessible by car, all the others are only by boat. This was the most amazing excursion ever!!! We spent a few hours at each beach. The beaches, the water, the rocks...EVERYTHING...was amazing. I felt like I was in a magazine advertisment. I am pretty sure I went to heaven. I am not going to even try to describe it so just look below and see for youself...or better yet, get on Expedia.com and plan a trip for yourself.
6. Right now, Tara and I are in an internet cafe in Cagliari, Sardinia, because our flight back to Milan was changed from 1:00pm for 9:00pm and we have LOTS of time to spare. That is why this blog has been pretty long. Hope you enjoyed it...as much as I enjoyed my feet being touched :) Talk to you all soon.
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The whole excursion group. The old people were the cutest things ever. They kept taking pictures of us doing the things that they can't! It was sooo sweet :)
Sunrise in Cala Gonone
Random dad and son that were adorable.
Swimming in "Venus' swimming pool"
Yes, that is the sea behind us, not a pool in Vegas
Tara and Becca
Eating the air!!!
HEAVEN!
Inside a cave
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