“The cure for anything is salt water - sweat, tears, or the sea.”
funny story from the night before- i woke up in the middle of the night needing to use the restroom. and in trying to get down from the top bunk woke up everyone with how squeaky it was. sorry guys.
after two crazy days of hitting all the sites- we needed a break. and so a break we took. we boarded a train heading for sperlonga and spent the day at the beach.
for breakfast we went to the buffet again. we figured we could load up on croissants to feed us throughout the day. saddest thing ever. they didnt have croissants again, just the other pastry, which was good, but not as good. but we enjoyed breakfast and then made the two minute walk to the train station. we went to the electronic print off, but for some reason it wouldnt print off our ticket- so we jumped in line for an actual worker- but by this time we were running short on time, and started getting worried that we would miss our train. we were the luckiest and got helped with 3 minutes to spare, got to the train, a worker helped us validate our ticket, and then we were off to sperlonga.
on the train we were as productive as could be and started reading merchant of venice, and getting other homework done.
we made it to the foni-sperlonga stop, and then had to catch a bus to get to actual sperlonga.
|waiting at the train station for the bus.|
|on the bus. there were these two boys who had very short shorts on and a beach umbrella- we secretly followed them to find the beach- and as luck would have it they were on our bus back. thanks bus buddies for your added entertainment and knowledge.|
the rest of the day i will tell with captions of picture. reasons. 1. a picture speaks a thousand words. and thats a lot of words. 2. pictures are more fun. 3. im lazy.
|right off the bus. isnt she the prettiest. also she has perfect hair. its true.|
|we got of the bus here. and it was perfect. the beach was right there and there were chairs and umbrellas- and then we found out it was a resorts beach. sad day. but we walked around the coast until we found...|
|public beaches! it was just as beautiful and had a gorgeous view of sperlonga.|
|but along the way we had to stop and take pictures of us jumping.|
|but that didnt stop us from taking more jumping pictures when we got there...|
|and he did. he wanted 25 euros. so not worth it. i got him down to 15. i could fit 15 of the gnome towels on one of these. it also meant i could share with holly who also had a gnome towel and lauren who hadnt brought one.|
|after laying on the beach- for probably way to long- and dozing in and out of sleep- we set out to explore the coast line and see the caves that were a little bit of the way down the shore.|
|on the way we passed by some old castle ruins. perfect for a picture right. do you know old castle ruins and bare feet dont get along very well. this is a half smiling half pained picture. worth it. once. will i ever do it again- no way jose.|
|we made it to the cave but it was blocked off. it looked there was a walkway inside the gates but we couldnt figure out how to get in. so what do you do? you make up stories about caves with dragons and act it out.|
and you have fashion shows on the long cement wall
|i have no story for this picture except i thought it was hysterical. i wish i knew what was going through my mind at this moment. possibly shock as I saw men in speedos and girls in very far from modest swimwear.|
|the most beautiful old city on top of a hill.|
|on the way back we walked in the water, and on the sand bar. it was amazing how much warmer the water was before and on the sad bar. it was perfect.|
|the sandbar was also perfect for finding shells.|
|we could have just stood in the water looking out over the sea all day.|
|but alas we had to leave. even though we didnt want to.|
|but we took souvenirs. hello sunburn. cali's was the worst of the bunch.|
the town was full of quaint little spots to take pictures. it was absolutely gorgeous everywhere you went. i love it.
we went back to town to find dinner before heading home- on the way we met some kids there on a study abroad from Auburn University in Alabama. it was funny walking by them and thinking- they must be from america. i wondered if we stuck out as much. unfortunately no place was open for dinner. it was bust, after bust as we tried to find a place. walking out of one place that only had gelato we saw the bus at the stop, and considering they only come every hour we decided to run and catch it and just eat when we got back. we got to the train station and couldnt figure out how to get our tickets because we just had the online reservation. the worker spoke very little english and we didnt speak any italian so it was as confusing as could be. luckily there was a nice man in line behind us who translated for us and it all worked out. we sat and waited for the train and ate out clif bars and granola bars as we recounted the amazing day at the beach. side note. carrot cake clif bars- seem scary. actually good.
|we were all pooped and fell asleep on the way back. it is amazing how much the sun can take out of you. also i am a head bobber which makes sleeping sitting up very difficult and embarrassing.|
|cali and i continued our love for bruschetta, but no place could compete with the place we went the first night.|
|and our love for four cheese pizzas. yummmm.|
|while we were eating performers kept coming in and playing for the restaurant. they found out it was holly's birthday and sang to her. they were amazing!|
it was such a wonderful day. any day with the beach and gelato is pretty much perfect. i wish that we had another week in italy so we could go back.