When in the Italian Riviera you are quickly & frequently told that Portofino is expensive. Best to fill your tummies before arriving to avoid the inflated prices there. That was our goal. And easy to accomplish too as prices in the adjacent towns were surprisingly reasonable. 3 cappuccinos for $4.50. Brioche for each of us for under $5.
And then, our good intentions went sideways. Blame it on the fact that the easy walk there, told to be 15 minutes or just 30 became well over an hour as the short-cut trail was closed and we had to follow the road.
And so we abandoned our resolve totally and completely, choosing to enjoy the prettiest nautical inspired patio, on the shore of the bay. Thank goodness for Grandma whose Visa has a higher limit than ours and whose love of seeing delight on the faces of her children and grandchildren is priceless.
Our waiter was delightful, so good at his craft, keeping us giggling, blushing and ordering more for hours. It is perhaps a bit alarming how quickly we were swept up by the delightful consumption of it all. We Johnson women are weak when tempted by the finer things in life despite knowing full well that these are not our people.
Having anticipated a grey, rainy day, the hot sun was bliss and we threw all skin-care-caution aside and roasted in the sun. We wandered in and out of shops, doing our very best to impersonate a person who just might buy something. My kids, who can always be trusted to keep us humble, gave away our true identity by shouting across the shops “nothing’s very cheap Mom!”
“Nope, it sure isn’t.” Thankfully our slightly inebriated state hadn’t skewed my ability to recognize that fact.
We boarded the last boat leaving town, back to Santa Margherita for a bit more browsing in a space that didn’t cause heart palpitations. These shops were clear from the first sight of them what they were offering inside.
Once finally filled with our taste of the good life, we boarded an east bound train, back to wee Zoagli.
Will the Italian Riviera ever be the same after the Johnson girls & their pint-sized companions, Diego & Helena, return to Switzerland?
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