Day 38: I Should Have Stayed in Bed

Date: Monday 5^th May
Staying: Camping Villaggio Dei Fiori – San Remo, Italy
Distance Travelled: 0 Miles
Song of the day: Sweet Dreams – Marilyn Manson

A Sleep in! What Bliss! It seems kinda weird, but we haven’t stopped an awful lot on this trip. Our goal wasn’t really to relax at the beach, but to fil everyday as much as possible (clichéd I know). This does bring with it certain drawbacks, like no sleep in’s. Im quite partial to the odd sleep in, and after our unerringly hectic schedule of recent times, and the draining day yesterday, I was making sure of the sleep in today.

Luckily, we didn’t have to far to go today; a trip into San Remo, and a bit of beach time. The late start meant it was roasting by the time we left to walk into town, so he 2.5km weren’t that pleasant. Coupled with the never ending stream of traffic (anyone would have thought there was something exciting in San Remo), it was a bit annoying.

San Remo is small. It is on the Italian Riviera, so most of everything is based around the sea. This also means most of the beaches we came across were private or pay. Not so good when you only want to stroll along them (I am such an old man). We took a wander through the centre of town, but I think we hit siesta time, as most of the shops were closed. The few that were open were teaming with what felt like hundreds of Italian teenages.

We headed back to the coastal district, and eventually found a restaurant with a suitably surly waiter (how about a vote. Should a waiter smile and say hi, or am I just putting my ideals of service where I shouldn’t). We sat on the terrace and watched as umpteen Italians impersonated Valentino Rossi or Jarno Trulli, depending on what vehicle they were driving. Having tired of this, we headed back to the campsite and its private beach

You would think, in having a private beach, we could spend in afternoon in peace reading our books. Nope! We got about an hour before we were interrupted by a loon, who thought we might understand drunken Italian babble. Management came and chased him away, but by then we had packed up and joined everyone else who had left the beach. Oh well, I was probably brown enough already ;-)