So here we are in Sardinia (or rather, just on the edge of it). Beautiful beaches and relatively free of English people. We had a lovely, untroubled week of swimming, sunbathing and fine dining, plus fun with phrasebooks.Food was good. Avoided the Casu Marzu. Lots of pasta of course, and lots of seafood for Donna (not me, I don't dig on sea-monsters much). They do a local dessert called seadas which is best described as a cheese samosa covered in honey - not bad!
Here we see a gang of Sardinian hoodies loitering outside the one-stop:
Here's a pic of me looking confused by a fountain:
The beaches really are gorgeous. We tried a different one each day by hopping on the train or bus. There was a beach with pink sand up the coast a bit, but sadly we couldn't get to it. Here's my babe floating around off Golfo Aranci:
So yeah, lovely place for beaches without the club 18-30 crowd, and a great place to practice your language skills as even most of the tourists are Italian.
