Every now and then you don’t have a good night in a sosta. Last night in Grottaglie was one of those. The Italians don’t come out for dinner until 8-9pm, we normally go to bed not long after that time. As it’s festival time our car-park fills to capacity, but the cars just keep on coming. Then there’s the parking attendent trying to stop people from parking in the driveways, lots of yelling and general carrying on. On the other hand it was a free stop.
So it was a late start this morning, we have some coffee and fruit and continue east.
It looks a pretty town, but the roads are narrow so we turn around and find a parking spot at the sosta near the marina. We get a spot in the shade under a tree and quickly decide we have had enough for today. A little nap, followed by a swim seem in order.
We park the scooter in the center of town, find a nice little sea-food restuarant and another day slips through to the keeper…