Sono arrivata in Sardegna

It’s been 3 days since I stepped foot onto Italian soil. I’ve been meaning to post the latest updates and while I apologize for the delay I can’t say I regret putting off being on the computer in replacement of eating, sight-seeing, eating, hanging out with friends, and…eating.

The trip didn’t start off in the ideal manner, but I guess it was fitting of an Italian vacation. i.e. Our easyJet flight was delayed by an hour, but meh- “c’est la vie”. Oh wait…that’s French. By the time we arrived the remnants of the day’s brilliant sun was already saying good-bye but what greeted us at home made me forget all about that. M and I left Bath while it was in a pretty miserable state. Rainy…cold…windy…and we arrived in Olbia with weather fit for an evening BBQ. Can you take a wild guess what we spent our first night doing? If you guessed eating, you’re only slightly correct. If, however, you guessed FEASTING then you are bang-on.  I’m used to one course meals. When I come to Italy I know to expect the full Italian treatment. You know what I’m talking about! Antipasti, Primi, Secondi…I had to suffer my typical “first-night-Italian-belly” (because apparently I’m “non resisto” i.e. I can’t resist food) and had a nice fill of wild asparagus/gorgonzola pasta, sausage, steak, bacon, pork chops, and strawberry tiramisu with whipped cream to prove it. I’d show you pictures of my stomach but I want you to continue to read and the pictures may put you off from doing so.

Sunday proved to be slightly unfortunate weather-wise but you gotta make the best of opportunities, right? After the morning rainfall I noticed a lot of snails making their way around the house and garden. Now I happen to know “The Nonna” (M’s Italian grandma) is a huge lover of snails so I made it a mission to collect as many snails as possible to give to The Nonna. I’m sure you’ve heard the rumours of making sure to stay on The Nonna’s good side because if you make one wrong move you can bet your balls that everything will be done possible to oust you out of the family. Fortunately for me, The Nonna likes me. I think my big cheeks make me irresistibly adorable and since I’m hardly capable of speaking the language there isn’t much I can say wrong (and we all know my big mouth has gotten me in trouble more times than I’d like to remember).

I knew my snail collection mission would make me go up the ranks even more and I know I scored big based on the widespread smile of delight on The Nonna’s face when I presented her with the efforts of my morning collection. For the animal rights activists out there I’ll spare you the details of how she prepares them.

The weather improved later on in the afternoon so we went for a walk around one of Sardinia’s nicest parks, Capo Figari. The walk to get to Capo Figari is one of my favourites since you get to admire beautiful water and the chances of spotting dolphins bobbing out of the water are pretty high since it’s close to a fish farm. I have yet to capture a really good picture of these dolphins, but I’d be more than happy to go snap-happy and provide you with photographic evidence…on the condition that you donate to the “raise funds to help Hazel buy a great zoom lens”. M’s grown up on the water and is a self-proclaimed island beach bum. He knows all the different types of fish and other aqua-marine species, gets more excited than I think is normal about finding a crab or starfish, can spot when wild hogs have been in the vicinity, and really wants to take me porcini mushroom picking.

So…like I said I’ve been here 3 days and have had pasta/pizza every single day. I’m going into carb overdrive and have a bridesmaid’s dress to fit into in 1.5 months. Should I be worried?