We were back on the beach, again for MrFF’s birthday, this one no 74.
We planned to go back to the same place we celebrated no 72, at San Felice Circeo. We packed the car the night before with our folding chairs, sun umbrella, inflatable lilos and pump plus next morning our beach bag and the cool bag with picnic, but after a two hour journey we found it impossible to find a parking space. We decided to drive down the coast and stopped for a coffee at our favourite gelateria and yes I checked they had my favourite delizia al limone for later consumption. I took our cappuccini outside while MrFF got chatting to the barista about the parking situation and he recommended a friend who had very inexpensive beach set up with parking just down the road.
So we went and after a quick phone call found Marco the owner who was very nice. We got parking, two smart sun beds and a large umbrella for 23 euro, with toilets and changing across the road in his bar. We were actually on the public beach and the equipment was on a vehicle parked by the entrance. We thought it quite enterprising and were happy to leave all our own stuff in the car. In fact we thought Marco had the ideal job, wheeling beds onto the sand, setting everything up then sitting in his shorts on the beach waiting for the next customer. Definitely a better and less stressful option than the many tv programmes we have watched recently about people frantically struggling to renovate overseas property as holiday rentals.
It was about 30 degrees at the beach with a nice breeze and not crowded at all. Lots of well behaved people following all the rules of very bronzed bodies at the waters edge, regular passeggiate, family afternoon card games under an umbrella and football or bat and ball games for the teenagers. This was MrFF’s spot for the day as usual he spent most of his time in the water while I sat with our possessions and a book.We stayed until after 6, there was a slight blip at the gelato shop when the delizia tray had gone but when I asked the lady went into the back and got me some. Then our usual farm shop for bufala mozzarella was closed for the holiday but we found another place, very smart, where they made the cheese on the premises but sadly no bufala to admire. It all worked out well, we had a lovely day …. except we received another stupid set back from the water authority. We won’t talk about it now, luckily my expectations that we were making progress were low, sometimes it helps to be a cup half empty person (and to paint your toe nails in a colour called under water).