We spent the weekend down in Genova. This meant other half could see her mum and dad, and soak up a few of the sun’s rays with a friend of hers. Sunbathing has never really interested me. Firstly, it burns my fairish skin, and secondly I find it downright boring. So, while other half was roasting herself and our wee one (who was covered in factor 60), I was wandering around taking a few photos. Once I’ve sorted them out, I’ll post a few.
Apart from taking some pics, I also ate fresh tuna, which a friend of mine had fished out of the Med that very morning. I could have gone with him on the fishing trip, but I could not be bothered to drag myself out of bed at 6:30 on Saturday morning.
Stop reading, start speaking
Stop translating in your head and start speaking Italian for real with the only audio course that prompt you to speak.
Fresh tuna is very good, and totally different from the stuff in a can that was/is beloved of poor students. This tuna was cooked with courgettes and garlic. A nice light white helped wash it down too. Good stuff. Good weekend.
It was hot down in Genova, but it is hotter up here in Milan. I’ve ended up with Panda-eyes, as a result of trundling around with sunglasses glued to my face, unless I was using my camera.
