I had to google ‘how to find your blog from another device’. It was as easy as downloading the WordPress app. How cool is that.
Why? Because I want to tell you about my next adventure. And I haven’t seen you in months. And Facebook doesn’t tell the story behind the image.
Yesterday we arrived in Sicily. The journey involved flying fifteen hours from Cape Town via Dubai to Rome. Driving 1000 kilometres and a ferry crossing the Straits of Messina to Sicily.
But an Italian winter adventure cannot begin without an Italian picnic. And warm clothes. Hence the journey to Mojito.
Italy means coffee like France means romance and South Africa means wild animals. It’s in the air. Every service station, no matter how small or tacky has a barista manning a huge shiny machine sprouting nozzles and hissing steam. Coffee without which no Italian survives. Its as important as breathing. Working the complicated looking machines are ordinary Italian men or women who makes delicious coffee. Fragrant and thick. One sip of pure decadent coffee. Their sole duty is to serve the best coffee to tired travellers like us.
Travellers are always hungry. We love to make a picnic by the road side. On the bonnet of our car. Warm croissants stuffed with crumbly Parmesan and prosciutto. For dessert two sweet nectarines, ‘stolen’ from a nearby tree in an orchid.
Tomorrow we turn around. Heading north Austria. To snow covered Alpine peaks.