The afternoon felt like a deserted town as everything closes in Pozzallo from 1pm until around 6pm …. But as the sun set the humans came out….
The boys enjoying the basketball court which had been deserted since we arrived at midday!
And after a disturbed night as all the other residents trudged past our roof level door…and partied on the roof top, which we thought was our terrace, as booked in the Booking.com confirmation ….we realised for everyone else, who had their own terrace, this was also common ground…. To hang washing, takeover the one table, and slam the door outside our room every time they needed to use their bathroom on the next level down until 2am this morning! Yay us for getting the best room in the house! The sun rose….
To a peaceful cooler morning and we set off at 8.30am for a morning coffee and croissant….
The town is alive in the morning as shops open around 9.30am until 1pm
This is the village square…
And the The Torre Cabrera watchtower which sits on the waterfront. It was originally built in the 15th century, and was enlarged and rebuilt in the following centuries. Again now under renovation
We visited all the shops, Italian fashions…brought some postcards, water, peaches and a bottle opener (a lot of the beer bottles here are not twist tops and we haven’t really mastered the art of the lighter opening technique) It was then home to don the swimming attire,grab a sandwich and head to the beach for the afternoon!
In the water…
Out of the water, sunblock and rinse and repeat for a couple of hours! Keeping cool, we decided to head back along the waterfront and stop for a cool cocktail…
Pina Colada’s without the cream…a most refreshing drink!! With a breeze blowing off the sea and wet bathing suits we kept the body temperatures down…until home, shower and change get amongst the evening action! The town comes alive around 7pm…
A frock for Sue and matching Italian designer shorts (brought at the Maltese car boot market) for Trudi…
€1.00 well spend when compared to the €100+ stripes in the shops!
Getting amongst the local transport…and spying the Italian version of Whitcoulls!
Of course all in Italian and we couldn’t decipher a word!
On our way to the street market in the middle of the square…
We had a full rundown from every stall holder about their goods and Trudi succumbed to purchasing some sweets…
Which she found rather inedible and gave them away to a Swedish family!
We did a bit of a pub crawl…Irish pub with no stout or wine… and very disinterested staff…note to self…do not bother with an Irish Pub in Italy! Then in search of the elusive Italian pizza….being directed by other restaurant staff…we found ourselves at a hamburger joint! At least they sold wine and Mexican beer!
Very friendly staff, and another direction to a pizza restaurant!!! Which, unfortunately we ignored and decided to hunt down the one close to our room….we should have listened as this one was not open tonight and the Italian pizza is still Elusive! Nuts and crackers for dinner as we once again shared our only deck with all those downstairs and their washing!! We did get them to move the washing so we at least had a chair to sit on….almost 11pm and they have just vacated “Our” space!!! One guess as to the review on Booking.com when we leave tomorrow!
All who wander are not Lost girls 