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Published: October 8th 2019
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Gabby is parked up on one of the few campsites open along this particular coast of Italy. The campsite describes itself as camping on the sea , free and well equiped beach, the sea is clean and easy to access . It is set in the heart of a centuries old pine forest which is nature friendly and stimulating whatever that means. It lies in the heart of the Maremma.
It has a series of shows running from June to September , animations for the children , a baby club , a fun environment and its own church . All you can come to hate in a campsite . All we wanted was somewhere out of the way where we could cool down and chill out. It is an ACSI site open until the middle of December. 21 euros a night it as not that expensive for something so big , something so all singing and all dancing. I registered and the receptionist took me for a German and proceeded to tell me what to do in German and where to go. She explained something which got lost in translation about the restuarant . I think I worked out it
was only open at weekends . There was free WiFi but only in the bar area which only opened at night . A pizzeria which opened at 7 in the evening and served inside and take away . There was a well stocked supermarket which opened twice daily - morning and evening, a hairdresser open at different times on different days. A fish shop and a meat shop open only in the mornings. A general store selling everything a child could want on the beach open odd hours. The beach was clean and many spent hours bronzing themselves in the early Autumn sun.
The plots were large , the electricity 3 amps - kettle kept blowing the fuse box. The first evening I headed off for the pizzeria. A Pizza Margarita to take away. I knew that would be cheap at 4 euros 50 and at first I failed to notice I had been charged double 9 euros . It was only when I got the 2 pizzas I realised the guy serving missed what I had asked for hearing Pizza Margarite two - take away. We ate hot pizza for tea, cold pizza for supper, cold pizza the
next day.
A day of washing followed . Clothes smelling sweetly is always a treat when you go on holiday. Clean towels - tea towels - plenty to keep us going.
As I put the washing out I heard a very "Excuse me - your number plate is british. Are you English?" I acknowledge I was Welsh and we fell into conversation. The lovely lady had lived in Germany since the late 1960's and had acquired dual nationality . She spoke fluent German , her husband was German and her children lived in Stockholm. I think she wanted to speak English with a native speaker as we talked about touring, her friend in Cornwall, her parents who moved to Germany in later life and had since died and Brexit . She followed it closely despite not feeling British any more .
It is odd how sometimes you fall into conversation with people you never meet again . Perhaps thats the pleasure and richness of travelling .
We still dont have a plan - its north towards Bologna . Perhaps Imola - that has been mentioned . In our current state with regards to open campsites that
might not happen. It wont be the end of the world .
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