We spent a wonderful twenty days in Sardinia, Italy, in August. We went horseback riding with Georgia our friendly guide who said, "I love America!" Also, we learned that other countries can be more lax on safety precautions than the US. At one point during our ride, Georgia turned and asked us if we wanted to trot. "Sure!" And with a simple "trotto," our horses took off while we were clinging onto our saddles with fingertips. Georgia found it amusing and we tried the "trotto" twice before giving up.
One of our favorite beaches on the Costa Smeralda was called Baja Sardinia and was a beautifully expansive white-sand beach with lots of rental umbrellas and room for families. We spent many days swimming in this turqoise water and sipping lemoncello at the nearby cafe.
Some of the beaches on the island required a bit of a hike to get there.
The Costa Smeralda is full of luxurious ports. This night, we dined with Matt's coworkers at a beautiful cove port called Poltu Quatu. We had delicious fresh oysters and great pasta.
We also dined amongst the fabulous guests of Hotel Cala di Volpe.
Here is a picture of our (more modest) hotel, called Hotel Nibaru. The groundskeeper, Mario, cheered us up everyday with a handshake and an Italian lesson. Hence, "La luna e piena." The room also came with one free espresso and one capucino per day. Italians love their coffee and so did we!
We only spent one day at this hard-to-find beach called Liscia di Vacca, but we had a memorable time....
... mainly because we got a parking ticket! After living in Greece, we became lazy about parking rules because there don't seem to be any. Thanks to a good friend currently living in Italy we were able to pay our debt to the Italian government. Phew. Thanks Oonagh!
The water was very salty and it was easy to float and swim for hours. Here's Matt finding his bouyancy equilibrium point.
One day we caught the dive boat out to a lighthouse and snorkled around. There weren't many fish, but it was fun to be out on the water.
Here's a picture of an insalata caprese we prepared for Matt's co-workers. We were inspired by Italia.
Our favorite beach was called Capricolli and we went every chance we got, even during lunch breaks in the middle of the day. It was great!
Ahh, the beach...fun times are afoot. We liked the beach so much, we went back even after Matt tangled with a "medusa," or jellyfish which left big welts on his forearm. The friendly pharmacy ladies helped us out with topical treatments that drew the interest of the curious customers. Italians seem to have a different sense of personal space!
Even though the ports of Costa Smeralda were full of fancy restaurants, the locals recommended some country restaurants that often required a curvy drive on dark roads back into the interior of the island. On warm nights, the patios were packed with gussied up Sardinians. We had to take a photo of a Florentine steak we ordered, (vegeterians avert your eyes) which came very rare and required further cooking on a hotplate at the table.
Alas, La Luna e peina. This was the August full moon which is reportedly the largest, as the moon is at its closest point in its orbit. The moon rose over the horizon to the applause of our fellow on lookers.
Buona Notte!!
One of our favorite beaches on the Costa Smeralda was called Baja Sardinia and was a beautifully expansive white-sand beach with lots of rental umbrellas and room for families. We spent many days swimming in this turqoise water and sipping lemoncello at the nearby cafe.
Some of the beaches on the island required a bit of a hike to get there.
The Costa Smeralda is full of luxurious ports. This night, we dined with Matt's coworkers at a beautiful cove port called Poltu Quatu. We had delicious fresh oysters and great pasta.
We also dined amongst the fabulous guests of Hotel Cala di Volpe.
Here is a picture of our (more modest) hotel, called Hotel Nibaru. The groundskeeper, Mario, cheered us up everyday with a handshake and an Italian lesson. Hence, "La luna e piena." The room also came with one free espresso and one capucino per day. Italians love their coffee and so did we!
We only spent one day at this hard-to-find beach called Liscia di Vacca, but we had a memorable time....
... mainly because we got a parking ticket! After living in Greece, we became lazy about parking rules because there don't seem to be any. Thanks to a good friend currently living in Italy we were able to pay our debt to the Italian government. Phew. Thanks Oonagh!
The water was very salty and it was easy to float and swim for hours. Here's Matt finding his bouyancy equilibrium point.
One day we caught the dive boat out to a lighthouse and snorkled around. There weren't many fish, but it was fun to be out on the water.
Here's a picture of an insalata caprese we prepared for Matt's co-workers. We were inspired by Italia.
Our favorite beach was called Capricolli and we went every chance we got, even during lunch breaks in the middle of the day. It was great!
Ahh, the beach...fun times are afoot. We liked the beach so much, we went back even after Matt tangled with a "medusa," or jellyfish which left big welts on his forearm. The friendly pharmacy ladies helped us out with topical treatments that drew the interest of the curious customers. Italians seem to have a different sense of personal space!
Even though the ports of Costa Smeralda were full of fancy restaurants, the locals recommended some country restaurants that often required a curvy drive on dark roads back into the interior of the island. On warm nights, the patios were packed with gussied up Sardinians. We had to take a photo of a Florentine steak we ordered, (vegeterians avert your eyes) which came very rare and required further cooking on a hotplate at the table.
Alas, La Luna e peina. This was the August full moon which is reportedly the largest, as the moon is at its closest point in its orbit. The moon rose over the horizon to the applause of our fellow on lookers. 
Buona Notte!!
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Teri you are a little hottie sporting your sun hat and bikini!!! What an adventure you two have had!
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