An entry in the TFS Travel Journal.
We awoke to a most tremendous downpour. As it was to be a day of solemnity and introspection, we just spent it reading and reflecting. The rainfall continued all day, though the friendly front desk men claimed that this was quite aberrational and assured us that the rest of our stay would be sunny. We found a lovely spot for reading on one of their covered decks with a view of the town, cliffs, and sea, but reasonably protected from the neverending raindrops.
As twilight approached, the rain finally subsided and Milton went for a nice walk up the road a few km. Such pretty, mostly unspoiled beauty, with the road - a few hundred feet up the mountain - hugging the twisty, winding coastline. We went to dinner at the hotel, and had an entirely forgettable experience, with the exception of the Italian wedding reception we felt like we were a part of. The service was frenzied in the part of the restaurant where hotel guests were dining, owing to the 150 or so people in the adjacent room at the affair. The food was sufficient (especially given our hunger!), but it was a bit annoying when they tried to claim that a few pieces of chopped tomato in Wendy’s bland pasta qualified as red sauce. We, the boorish Americans, asked for some red sauce on the side which they grudgingly brought. The house specialty of provolone cheese grilled in big lemon leaves was quite good, (luckily, though, we verified that the leaves were not to be eaten) as grilled chunks of cheese go. Interestingly, the music played for background during the reception was all American cocktail party favorites (Moon River, Tea For Two, Over the Rainbow, etc.)
We then returned to the room for a quiet evening.