Lazy Day

If you looked up the word lazy in the dictionary, you could possibly see a picture of Bill and me. This was definitely a lazy day.

We slept in and after breakfast, we drove into Sestri. We parked the car, watched those same seven men and one woman play bocce ball for a bit, and then rented beach chairs. For about three hours, we sat in those chairs on the beach of the Mediterranean, read our books, and watched the mothers with their kids, and the grandmothers with their grandkids, play in the sand and in the water. We did get up and get into the water for a bit, but nothing as strenuous as swimming. Heaven forbid. The water was very warm.

We walked over to the Coop to buy a few things for a picnic on the patio tonight. One thing I still haven’t gotten used to in Italy is the fact that all stores – all stores – close from 1 to 3:30 every afternoon. Even the Coop. Can you imagine King Soopers or the Jewel or Giant or Fryes just locking up from 1 to 3:30? Crazy. So we sat at a little bar and drank a glass of wine while we waited for it to reopen.

Tomorrow we leave for our four days in Maramma.