Last Night in Lino (just one too many!)

Another hot day. I washed all the wool jumpers as it’s so much easier to get things dry here. The fridge was completely empty so there was no option other than eating out again. Very extravagant for us but it was the last night before the long stretch north. Went in search of the cheap fish restaurant that Mr Campsite had told us about. Somehow we got it wrong and ended up walking up the many steps in the old town of Cervo. Rufus was less than impressed. The restaurant we arrived at was then down some steps that we knew Rufus wouldn’t manage. Had to make do with an aperitivo at the bar instead whilst listening to a singer murder some quite nice songs. On the way down through the narrow streets we were met with a brass band. They all made a big fuss of Rufus then started up again and carried on with their march to the top. At the same time a glass of Prosecco was thrust into our hands in celebration of the Night of Romantic Music! It was a very Italian moment. The friendly chap dishing out the drinks asked if we’d won the lottery seeing as we’d been motorhoming around Italy for three months. When Guy said he’d retired, the mam asked his age. Eighty replies Guy. Well, we’ll drink to that then too, he says and our glasses were refilled. Having not eaten, the steps down became a challenge. 😬 We took our tired dog back to the van and then found the correct fish restaurant which was really just around the corner. Good swordfish and linguine with prawns 🦐, a bottle of white wine and then someone must have administered some laughing gas as I just couldn’t stop! 😂😂😂🍷🍷🍷
Sorry no pics – photographer let me down!