Today we ate in a small restaurant on a sandy beach only a few minutes from the house. We were planning initially on going into the water, but it was a little too rough. We heard there might be jelly fish as well, so we didn't push it. Especially since Dave got stung by a wasp of some sort during lunch. Instead we drop down the coast a bit more to Erbalunga. We were lucky that it's the other town near our small village with an ATM as well.
We walked around the small village and saw the Tour d'Erbalunga (which is in the picture). We saw a few people on the rocky beach either fishing or playing in the water. We opted for a more touristy option: eating ice cream on a terrace café.
I forgot how good the chantilly (whipped cream) is in France. So rich and wonderful, it's a dessert in itself.
We drove along the coast (the only way to get from one point to another up at the "cap"). And luckily, I was in the middle in the back seat. I had been on one of the sides, but felt car sick. This time, I held on to Dave's leg as the car swerved left and then right taking tight turns every few hundred feet. It was like being on Highway 1 in California for an hour!
We got home and we all took naps. Vacations can be tiring with all the apéritifs, parties, meals, socializing, and visiting towns/villages. It's a good thing I have some work to do or else I'd really be exhausted!
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