The Night the Lights Went Out in Nettuno

9, September
We quickly ate this morning. It’s market day in Nettuno and we are off in search of bargains. Debi needs new shirts since the two she brought have grown with each wash and now will serve to cloth the entire group…at once. The main street is closed off for market day and the market stretches for a mile on both sides of the street. We are directed to only shop on one side on the way down and the other on the way up. We bought bread and olives and fruit for the train ride on Saturday. We ate a wonderful lunch in the Borgo- medieval Nettuno. We still managed to eat at La Lanterna (they are counting on us for their retirement fund) about half way through the meal the lights went out we all reached for our handy flashlights and the waiter brought a candle and by then of course the lights came back on. A typical night in Nettuno…let’s get gelato.


10, September

No problem with the breakfast now…we really have it all figured out. Sheila even procured some faux nutella for the train ride tomorrow. We head off optimistically for the grocery store to purchase lunch supplies for our train ride. Should be no problem since we now understand the produce ticketing system, Sheila can identify still water and we know exactly what we want for our sandwiches….ok, not really. We do manage to buy 5 different kinds of cookies, way too many rolls and Daddy’s first ever juice boxes. We haul our bags of food up to Uncle Jim’s apartment and construct sandwiches. Uncle Jim’s friend Enrico has driven in from Rome to see us and join us for lunch. He has brought us a giant box of cookies…thank you these perfect for the train! We went back to the Borgo for lunch and ate at the restaurant directly across from yesterday’s spot. Uncle Jim’s friend Sayida also joined us for lunch. Good friends, good food and good wine. Debi tried to save the wine bottle so she could remove the label and with 9 people watching the wait staff still managed to scoop it off the table….after some puzzled looks as to why anyone would want an empty wine bottle they got it out of the trash for her. ***insert here story of pam’s fall*** We meet back at Uncle Jim’s after organizing our luggage for tomorrow’s departure, and enjoy one last Nettuno gelato.