After Easter, Kev and I took a short flight on a tiny plane to Rimini which is on the east coast of Italy. We got a ridiculously good deal on a four-star hotel there. Originally we had planned to visit some lovely places in Europe but when the time came, we were just so tired that we decided that we needed to rest. What better place to do nothing than in Rimini - it's a real dump. But that's ok. We ate, slept, prayed, and watched the final season of 24. (With this chapter of my life closed, I don't know how to go on).
The highlight of our week was breakfast. Each day we had a full buffet which was available until 11:00am. Most days we had cereal, fresh fruit, yoghurt, bacon, eggs, tomato, sausages, cheese, fresh fruit juice and coffee. There was also a sign for pancakes cooked on request. So we requested pancakes. We were the only ones who ever did this - I don't understand why. By about the fourth day, instead of going up to place an order, the waitresses came to us and asked if we wanted pancakes (remember, this was a buffet, not table service). By the fifth day we merely had to nod at them and the pancakes would arrive.
Rimini hasn't managed to escape from the 1980s...I think it's really stuck. Everything is old-fashioned, but not in a recreated way, it just never moved on. This suited me fine. One night we had dinner in a pub and a Simply Red album was playing. It reminded me of my dear friend Daniella who used to listen to them. So it was nice..the first time. By the third lap we were a bit sick of it. The food was good so we went back to the pub for dinner the next night and guess what album was playing. Yep! We asked the waiter if he could change the music. He asked why, knowing that we had been there the night before. We said that five times is enough! So he put on hits of 1985 instead.
After seven days of relaxation, we caught the plane back to Rome and the third millenium.
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