Followed uncomfortably closely by the obligatory pasta course, mine being mussels once again and the Captain enjoying the variety of cockles.
The ensalata course comprised of a tomato and olive salad for myself and for the Captain, eggplant.
Then there was the heavenly, traditionally braaied fishdish.
And finally dessert. An artfully placed half strawberry on a slice of orange. I think they finally understood the laws of physics and the volume of food they were placing in front of us was far exceeding the capacity of our stomachs (compression, flexibility and holding pressure taken into consideration). Now I only wish I could serve this on charter.
age old tradition of the siesta. Flollowing the lead
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