Camping GigantissimoJune 3, 2015 in Italy
After a night camping by the sea (lulled to sleep by pumping eurotrash house and a cheesy italian covers band at the neighbouring hotel), we awoke to discover that E has inherited her father's complete immunity to all things mosquito. I, meanwhile, have a Mount Etna sized reaction on my thigh and another on the taut skin of my elbow.
We've had a lazy day getting our camp looking vaguely professional in comparison to our neighbours. We are at a massive (5000 capacity), conifer shaded yet very private site, right on a sandy beach (E very happy after the Croatian pebbles of the last few weeks).
Without the noise at night it'd be idyllic: starry skied and sound of waves lapping on the beach. English is definitely not spoken in these parts and GB plates are non-existent. The language hasn't been a huge barrier but means we are heavily reliant on a Sprench-talian language fusion and gestures to get by. It's working, just.Read more