433 to Tellaro

It was love at first sight. The first time Yossarian saw the chaplain he fell madly in love with him.

It's hot and humid even at 7:00 in the morning. Claire, Megan & I head off down the hill towards Tellaro. It's a steep, beautiful track, not quite Inca standard, but well maintained and fully functional. The views are spectacular and, despite being much closer to sea level than the Andes, there's still a shortage of breathable air.

Tellaro is lovely, in a Cinque Terre style. Steep, narrow cobbled streets, pastel shades, bright flowering plants in tubs. The theme seems to be pulpo - octopus.

Claire jumps into the harbour - it's becoming a habit - and then we repair to the café for coffee and croissants. I change in the toilet and take a dip in the harbour too - it's almost too warm, but still refreshing, and I'm grateful for the freshwater shower on the quayside.

Stuart and Rory pick us up and take us home in time for a thunderstorm, some rain and a gust or two of fresh air. It's almost chilly for twenty minutes.

We lunch on leftovers, while away the warm afternoon by the pool, and head black to Montemarcello for a pizza dinner.