|Panarea, with Lipari in the distance|
|Idling taxis at the port|
We both brought some work with us (John has his sabbatical project and I'm doing some editing from afar), so we spend the hot afternoons working in our cool little cottage, out of the blazing sun.
They don't think much of the rich Italians who spend their August holidays here, nor do they like many of the locals, whom they consider greedy.
One thing they do like is to eat, but they recommend only one restaurant out of the dozen or so on the island, preferring their own cooking. For good reason, too--we were plied with delicious squid-ink pasta (it stains!), another pasta with tomato sauce and the squid body, baked eggplant and cheese, fried calamari fresh from the sea that morning, local red wine from the nearby island of Salina, island prickly pears for dessert, and mustn't forget the homemade limoncello. What a treat.
There's not much to do in Panarea, except relax, read, walk to the beach, swim in the Mediterranean, drink cappucino for breakfast and wine the rest of the day, eat refreshing lemon granite (even better than gelato!), and stare out at the sea. Kind of perfect, no?
|Prickly pears cover the island|
|Lemon granite -- I could live on this stuff|