Our hotel

Our hotel is called La Malá. We recommend this place highly. The hotel is perched on a cliff, and our room looks out on the sea. Below the terrace, the view plunges steeply to rocks and crashing waves below. We’re pretty neurotic about letting Ria play out there, to her frustration. Ria has a little play room on its own floor, and with a singular view of the sea from a window in a tiny alcove.

We had dinner at an outdoor café in the main square — homemade pasta with scampi, stuffed mussels, and mussels and clams in wine sauce. Dessert was ice cream with “berries flambé”; apparently flambé doesn’t mean flaming in Italian. We’ve got no idea what it means, because we just got ice cream with berries. We did get an idea why the Europeans aren’t fat: dessert cost $13, but a liter of wine was only $9.