The Finish Line

Just so you don't think we did nothing but swim and laze on the beach all month, below are some photos of a few of the hundreds of artifacts in a family museum of sorts we drove to for some local history. The wine press here is made entirely of wood:

The olive press that donkeys were yolked to...and the grandson/multilingual tour guide of the farmer who once lived here:

 The shepherd's hut, constructed of juniper wood:

Now mind you, if we had known the condition of the road we had to travel to get there, we would have passed up the cultural opportunity. It was a ridiculously narrow concrete road with a series of steep 180 degree switchbacks. In a matter of 5-6 km (about 3-1/2 miles), we went from the sea level town to at least 1500 feet. The guardrail was sometimes in tact. I was somehow able to stop shaking and snap a couple pictures on the way down, though they don't really do it justice.

Note to our children - PLEASE don't do what your parents did!
And then in the midst of all this, appears a goat grazing at the edge of the cliff

Up until this drive, we thought the roads in Sardegna were pretty good, compared to some in Sicily.
After that, we needed a calm, relaxing day at the town beach.

Not to be deterred by the earlier road terror, we decided to visit Dorgali, one of the nearby mountain villages we had passed through on our way across the island (we knew this road was a piece of cake). It was a Sunday, so it was really quiet - until we tried to muscle our way into the local Rosticceria for some food to go. In typical fashion, the locals showed their manners and we never got past the pranza (lunch) crowd at the door.

And, because it NEVER rains in Sardegna in June, we had two days of off and on thunderstorms, which made for some beautiful skies from our apartment balcony.

It's been fun writing about our trip, thanks for following along. We are home now, so until next time:

(Go where the pizza takes you)

Ciao - Peggy and John