Showing posts with label Gargano peninsula. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gargano peninsula. Show all posts

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Men at Play, 2

Day Two of my husband and younger son's road trip started bright and early, after a violently windy night during which they didn't get much sleep for fear that the tent was going to blow away - with them in it!

Is it safe to come out now?
But things started looking a lot brighter after their morning consitutional . . . and a big cappucino and cream-filled cornetto at the bar. Italian campgrounds are fully equipped set-ups with coffee bars, mini-markets, deluxe (ha!) exercise centers like the one below, restaurants, you name it.

One, two, one, two . . .

On to the serious business of the day . . . beach time! 
Getting up early has its benefits, you get the whole beach to yourself.

These stones are mine, all mine!
This beach is called Baia delle Zagare, or Orange Blossom Bay. What looks like sand is actually millions of small, smooth pebbles that lie from the sea's crystal clear waters all the way up to the sheer white cliffs that border the beach.


This paradise is located at Vignanotica, on the Gargano peninsula.


G. spent all his time face down in the water, snorkling around for hours on end. He tells me he was looking at the pebbles, but when I asked him if he saw any fish he replied indifferently, "oh yeah, there were tons of fish." Fish - how dull. Rocks - thrilling! I've obviously got my priorities all wrong . . .


All in all, two idyllic days that won't soon be forgotten.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Men at Play

My husband and younger son just got back from a two-day father and son adventure. They took off yesterday morning on the motorcycle for a trip to the Gargano peninsula - the spur on the heel of the Italian boot.

Ready to roll!
First stop was in the small town of Zaponeta for "the best focaccia in the world," according to G.

Yum!
Then a detour to the waterpark . . . G forgot his bathing suit at home. Good thing they're both guys and somebody brought an extra suit!


A stopover at Caseificio dei Pini, where they make mozzarella from buffalo milk, is an absolute must.

A man and his motorcycle
 Then finally, arrival at destination and a well-deserved dip in the sea.


See you back here tomorrow for photos of the gorgeous beach scenery and the rather less than gorgeous campsite.