Pollo di Mazza, our first agriturismo was out on a flat country
plain surrounded by fields but hidden by trees and palms. Built of honey
coloured limestone that was crumbling with age, the rooms were simple and clean
with oak furnishings of a deep dark rich brown. A wooden beam roof with simple
murals painted on walls made it very romantic, so I’m told.
Terracotta tiled floors were cool on the feet. The outdoor swimming pool was
divine and we had it to ourselves.
The breakfast/evening meal terrace
Later, as the sun started to sink and the temperature dropped to
a bearable 28C, we went off in search of food. A five kilometre drive to the
coast led to a small beachside bar. Sat on a small cliff top wooden bar patio
surrounded by local Italian family and friends, teenagers played table football
animatedly but with good humour. The low limestone cliffs stretching either
side were layered giving easy access to the water. Large rocks over centuries
had collapsed into the crystal clear azure seas. Italians lounged on towels
sunbathing in the early evening sun. Our diet cokes on ice slipped down nicely
as we admired the views; the peninsula to the north dotted with individual
terracotta roofed houses.
Prickly Pears
An invasive species that came from India/China and seems to be doing very well across the Mediterranean region. You often see the pears for sale on roadside fruit and veg stalls.
Back on our little terrace we peeled fresh oranges bought from a
local roadside fruit stall we found and mixed them with divine kiwi fruits and
a pack of TUC biscuits. I know how to treat a girl to a good night out!
One of the little outrooms
Dry stone walling Sicilian style
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