During the craziness of wedding planning, when I allowed myself a glimpse of the honeymoon, this is what I envisioned. We spent the morning jogging, running, walking, exploring the mountain road that ventured up from our little village; eventually taking us to Grotti. As you can plainly read from the sign, there are NO trumpets in Grotti. None. So, don't inquire. In the afternoon the sun warmed us to the point where we actually thought a swim in the frigid pool sounded like a good idea. Brrr. A laid back relaxing day at its finest.
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