Our exploration was of the relaxed variety. We walk a few feet, turn a corner, see another amazing view and sit down for a while. We had already noticed the Pergola restaurant by the water and filed it away under the rubric ‘lunch.’ And before we knew it lunch time had arrived.
Axel drove Jim home in time for his American workday to start while Tessa and I took the steep up and down foot path to the west side to make a reservation at another idyllic eating place that was filed under ‘dinner’ – a place for all of us to celebrate the completion of Sita’s assignment.
By the time we had returned back to the east side we needed a swim, including Faro who had been riding in his Baby Bjorn on Tessa’s belly leaving each of them soaking wet. For the first time the attention Tessa received was not for her 3 feet of copper dreadlocks but for the baby. People here go crazy over babies.
We settled on the gravely beach, less pebbly than the free beach we discovered the day before. Faro had his first swimming experience – kicking his legs in the water like a pollywog, maybe remembering his last days in utero.
When Sita made the daily ‘pick-me-up’ call it was too bad she couldn’t simply walk down the garden path, swing her suitcase with her markers and breast pump over the high wall and request a leg-up from one of the many estate gardeners. Instead Tessa walked once again over the ridge with Faro to reunite with a relieved and happy Sita.
In the evening we had dinner at the waterfront, starting with apero spritzes and other colorful cocktails, shared five unusual dishes, and topped things off with desserts to die for (and espressos/cappuccinos of course).
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