On Thursday we got up VERY early to head out to the island of Ponza, a destination for Italians on holiday.
One benefit of getting up at 4:30 is the beautiful view of St. Peter's.
The view from the ferry on the way in.
Our cutest little bed and breakfast....Villa Laetitia.
We were in the cinnamon room. I've heard B&B's can be a bit sketchy, but this one was really quite deluxe! And breakfast on the patio was amazing.
Ponza had the most narrow and steep streets I've ever seen! And the cars whipped right up them as if they were nothing. This photo doesn't quite do it justice, but this street was almost vertical.
The town was simply adorable.
One of Mary's daily rituals was to buy a peach (or two or three) for the day.
To get to the beach we had to take a little boat across the harbor.
Because everyone has asked...that thing on my head is a bandanna, caught in the wind.
The water was delightful! Brilliant blue and crystal clear. Sometimes we (i.e. Taylor) forgot it was salt water until he dove in and got a noseful of it. Apparently salt water is a great way to clear out the sinuses.
The actual beach wasn't quite as delightful. Notice the pebbles instead of sand. But we still had a great time listening to American oldies and enjoying the sun.
The view from our bed and breakfast.
This was my favorite tree. Now I just need to figure out how to grow something like that on my patio.
As Mary said....Ponza was just a little piece of heaven.
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