In May of 2008 we took a short holiday by rail to Italy, to Sorrento, a city which we hardly visited as we discovered that the local tourist board sold a map which showed....
....a network of well-marked and very accessible, if sometimes steep, footpaths which criss-crossed the peninsula. We walked miles, often through....
....small farms where the main hazard was dogs - one sneaked up behind me and delivered a very painful nip to my bottom. We also....
....found secluded beaches where Mrs MW could enjoy a swim, at this particular beach until the jellyfish found her, and we visited Pompeii, which was interesting, and took a local bus ride to the Amalfi coast which I detested. However, the walks and the swimming and the visits and a very pleasant....
....little hotel were not the memories which stick in my mind from that holiday. They are are, of course, of the....
....food. I like Italian food anyway, but all the ristorantes we visited were staffed by people whose main purpose in life seemed to be to make their customers as happy as possible. At this one we had a gentle and very pleasant lunch looking out across a serene bay, but the top prize for food and service must go to....
....a little restaurant in the hills above Sorrento where we went for an evening meal. We were cared for as if we were members of the family to the extent that, when we'd finished and asked them to 'phone a taxi, they would have nothing of it and insisted on driving us back to our hotel, and then adamantly refused to accept payment for their trouble.
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