A quick lunch at Zizzi on Sunday turns into a long afternoon nap on the sofa.
Funny how long ago it feels, when I ate seafood on a rocky beach, salty and sunburnt, and as hungry as hell after a long swim. But that was Camogli Italy and it was such a magical spot. Every day we took a boat out to St Frutuosa, a small bay with an ancient monastery on it, not the perfect backdrop for pure hedonism right? Check out that delicious afternoon below. And if you have ever been there, please share your experience. Ciao tutti! x
I’m always a fan of the seratonin inducing high that is carbs, and when I was in Camogli last month, I ate something called focaccia at the Rotunda restaurant in Camogli. And this was NOT what you expect focaccia to be….