The young man running the villa, it actually belongs to his family, he lives with his father and mother, in the italian style till he gets married, showed me where to get some groceries and to purchase train tickets that I'll need to get around.
So after a breakfast of fresh bread and fruit I headed to the beach and a short drive.
The view from the garden this morning. It'll be 52 here today, 60 tomorrow and 65 on Saturday with lots of sun.
Hope you can see the scaffolding, it's the brown area on the right,it had to be 150 ft tall.
The other, longer and nicer beach in Tropea.. The water is cold, nobody is in the water. Every one here is wearing parkas. Except me of course.
I mentioned the short drive I took. Very short, as I left the beach I was flagged over by the police, they were doing it to a lot of folks. They asked me for my passport which my landlord was making a copy of for the rental agreement. Driver's licence, check. Rental agreement, oops not in the car. I tried in my bad Italian to tell him it was a my villa. Off to jail I think, but no just another dumb tourist. Off you go and don't forget your passport in the future.
Turns out my rental agreement was no where to be found. I looked all over, except in the trash, which was where it was. I was so spaced last night, I must have tossed it out then. Lucky to find it before it got emptied.
More excitement tomorrow I'm sure as I try to go for a longer drive before I take the car back on Saturday.
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