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Nettuno
The beach undergoing some grooming. An early start today. We need to be at the airport by 10:00am for the “meet and greet” with the Peugeot Eurolease representative. You cannot be late. Good planning meant we had enough cereal, milk and fruit for breakfast. After a quick, but sad, farewell to this wonderful apartment that has been home for three days we set off for the Metro.
Trying to negotiate the metro system during rush hour with two large bags, two carry-on bags, and two very precious bags is not for the faint hearted. But for two experienced pensioners it was a breeze. Once at Termini we needed to purchase tickets for the airport train. There are several options to get to the airport. The Airport Express is not the cheapest but is quick and efficient. Confronted by a bank of ticket kiosks early in the morning it was easier to ask for assistance. “Over there”, she said. A “helpful” man from the Middle East came to our aid but he was rather difficult to get away from. With some quick footed side stepping we disappeared to a cafe for a quick coffee and he went up an escalator never to be seen again.
Nettuno
A Spring showing of bougainvillea At the airport, right on cue, the shuttle arrived to take us to our new car. What a smart looking car. Once all the documents had been sorted, bags in the boot, a lesson on how things worked such as the keyless intelligence, we were ready to set off. Where is the hand brake? Try as we might we had no luck finding it. Experiencing the thrill of our brand new Peugeot 308 GT-line whizzing along the highway wasn’t getting off the ground. So with a large piece of humble pie it was back into the office to ask our friend for help. These fancy new cars are amazing. All we had to do was press the accelerator and the car released its automatic park brake and we were away.
First stop diesel. A very helpful young man went about filling the tank, washing our brand new windscreen and asked where we were from. New Zealand was the reply. “Ah you play cricket?” Oh no not again. The last time this story played was in the Mosel Valley two years ago. I immediately confessed to not being a world famous cricketer and that New Zealand and Bangladesh have had
Roccasecca
First course - the antipasti some great games.
Just to get used to the car, the driving and the lovely Italian weather we headed south along the coast to Anzio and Nettuno, we we stopped for a light lunch. Our destination was inland at the town of Roccasecca. The car performed superbly. We have a new traveling companion on board. Her name is Jane. We decided Polly wasn’t up to the task. We soon found out Jane wasn’t much better. Eventually we found our hotel for the night. What a find. A brand new boutique hotel, and only for one night. Our host was very obliging and when we asked for his recommendation of a restaurant he suggested La Magnolia. What treat. This restaurant is in the heart of the old town high on the hill nearby. Our meal was great. Perhaps we should have stopped at the antipasti but we’re in Italy.
And so the day ends.
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The Middle East man
Perhaps that Middle East man had you in his sights to pick up a dozen or so of new immigrants when you reach Sicily.Are you sure he wasn't checking your number plate when you drove out of the agents yard?Hope you both took your waist measurements before you started so they can get the right size seat for you on the plane trip home!All that food,my goodness.Photos of the car to come?