Portofino and Bunga Bunga
Mr Wannabeawog and I drove to Santa Margherita Ligure today. Relatively trouble free ride and the Hotel has free parking. Which is lucky as the hotel room costs a motza. After checking in, we decide to cab it to Portofino. Alessandro (the cabbie) collected us in a Mercedes E350 and elegantly describes the landmarks. Very refined. He offers to collect us later in the day and gives us his card.
View from exie hotel at Santa Margherita Ligure
Well, Portofino is elegant. We wander around and find a wonderful restaurant. I tell Mr Wannabeawog that I really need some fresh fruit and healthy stuff. So he orders me a Bellini (fresh peach juice and champagne). He loves me that man. Always looking after my well being.
After a decadent (but healthy) lunch, we decide to climb a few steps to Castillo Browne. Three heart attacks later, we are blessed with staggering views of the Gulf of Poets.
The drop dead lovely Italian Riviera
Funny how going downhill is much easier than the alternative. Being ocean side, I want to find the Yacht Club. Took a while!!
Mrs Wog finds the Yacht Club!! Teeny Weeny.
Boat watching is Mr Wannabeawog’s favourite pastime….so we watch boats. All shapes, all sizes.
Flash Boats……
Little Boats….
Boatsville….
After the countless stairs climbed, I’m ready for my afternoon siesta. Mr Wannabeawog says he will call Alessandro but Mrs Wog just wants bed so she hops into an available cab. The driver is the EXACT opposite of refined Alessandro. His voice is smokey and deep.
“See thata biga house up there? That belongs to Berlusconi”
“Really?” I respond “wow he must be rich!”
“Si” deepthroat says “but he is quiet now. He has a bad heart”
“Really?”
“Si, he take too much the viagra so he can do bunga bunga with Putin’s russian girls.”
Mrs Wog? Speechless.
Maybe I should have let Mr Wannabeawog ring Alessandro!
Ciao Tutti XX
