Super Salvatore

Gail and her mother wanted to go to the beach but Gen, Tyler and I wanted to eat (no breakfast). We decided to combine the two. Gail and Grandma donned their suits and the five of us descended halfway down the hill to the little town of Meta. We sauntered about a half mile to the end of town looking for a restaurant. There was nothing other than a little snack bar. We passed two corner grocery stores but both were closed between 1-4pm. As we walked we passed Scott Bashore who proudly held-up a couple bottles of locally produced wine. He was justifiably proud that he paid only 1.50 per bottle. When we found nothing in town we decided to go down to the beach area. We paid the special tourist price of 1 Euro (the locals pay .60) and rode the town elevator built inside the cliffs down to beach level. There were three private beaches each charging an entrance fee. We entered the furthest one which looked to have an actual restaurant. It was miserably hot inside but a couple beers put things right. I had sausage and peppers. Tyler thoroughly enjoyed his deep-fried cheese. We found our bus driver wandering around so we invited him to join us for lunch. Salvatore knows no English but Gail was able to communicate with him a little in Spanish. After one of our adult travelers, Lynn, bought him a cold beer he was all smiles.