Gaeta, Davide, Off to Isola Sacra

Our gracious host of B&B Quindici allowed us to leave our luggage and keep the parking pass as long as we need. It's Sunday.

Davide is riding here on his motorcycle to meet us for lunch. We used the morning to walk to the beachy side of the peninsula. It's a warm and sunny day; only a sweater is needed this morning.

Crowds waiting for the cinema to open

Huge Christmas bear at piano. Street art.

Barbershop and 12:00 shadow

Lido directions






You missed a letter, bruh!



Big-ass Babbo Natale and cello

Old women walking 


Our B&B alley


We met Davide at Comeilmare and had a delightful lunch, laughing, talking, eating, hugging. He totally gets me but doesn't make me feel bad for any of my 'character flaws'. It's been fun watching him mature over the years, and I adore him. 

He got back on his motorcycle, we got into our car, and we each paced off in opposite directions from the same starting point, like duelers with motors instead of pistols.

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We arrived in Isola Sacra/Fiumicino as it got dark. We had an ok meal and too much wine at Zi' Cateri', which is me to Leah and Sam: Zia Caterina.

Nice warm room. Full stomach. Sleep.


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