The “sumptuous” review was way over the top , sufficient was probably more like it. Still the coffee was hot and my cornetto fresh. Dare I say I much prefer the Italian version of the French croissant il cornetto ( little horn) as it is known in Southern Italy . Far less butter in it. I’m a vuoto ( empty) man myself not liking a filling in the middle but by the time I got to breakfast other vuoto men had got there before me and I had to content myself with apricot jam in the middle. God life is tough!
A walk around part of the town and there was snow on the hills nearby. I remembered that last night my co-pitot had mentioned snow on Vesuvius but I was busy driving like an Italian and whipping across three lanes to make the Bari exit on the autostrada . My greatest moment was, a few years back, when an Italian friend said ” Mike you drive like us”. I have never been up Vesuvius instead rather longing for the days gone by when Thomas Cook used to have porters carry their guests up to the top in chairs. Now that’s my kind of package holiday. I have however drunk probably one of the nicest named wines Lacryma Christi ,The Tears of Christ :
I think I blamed Him for my hangover the next morning .
Incidentally Lacryma Christi is mentioned in the 1954 film Three Coins in The Fountain which is centred unsurprisingly around the Trevi fountain which brings all the characters luck. I still remember on my first holiday in Rome in August 1957 standing with my back to the fountain and throwing my coin in the water whilst wishing to return to Rome. My mother whilst watching me was pinched on her bottom by a young Italian man which seemed to please her very much despite her protests to my father. Italian men in those days only pinched the bottoms on women they found particularly attractive. My father in his usual joking fashion chased after the man to offer him my mother in marriage but luckily the fellow didn’t understand English.
It was on that holiday also that we were trapped in the lift at the apartment block we were borrowing one of the flats from the BEA manager Rome. Luckily after pressing all the alarms we managed with the help of another resident who had already phoned the lift company to force the doors open and got out. Two days later whilst coming down the stairs we met a guy in overalls coming up. I’m from the lift company said I understand someone is trapped in the lift ? Ah Italia !!
The basement garage was empty when we took the lift down there. so the exit was easy and the drive to the Autostrada a piece of cake in the sunshine . At 12.15 p.m. we drove out of Campania and into Puglia . We stopped at the next service station and celebrated with a couple of cappuccini . Yes, I know, never drink cappuccino after 11 a.m. but rules were made for breaking and I drink them all day. As yet not a single cafe owner has said no !