We flew from Milan to Sardinia. We drove our little Fiat to Capo Testa on the northern tip of the island and stayed there for 4 glorious nights. It was interesting to see such arid, desert like landscape fall into such clear, sapphire Mediterranean water. It reminded us of Greece. This beach, Capo Testa, was absolutely PERFECT for families. The water was about a foot and a half deep for a hundred yards out and 300 yards wide, no waves. Deia could walk chest deep on her own and she loved it! The pools at this resort were also all kid friendly, not a single deep pocket to be found. We loved her half naked, in and out of the various bodies of water. And here she fell in love with Santino...our waiter for the trip. She would wake up asking for more "Tino." And she would take his hand or let him hold her when we needed to scarf down some food. It was wonderful. In true Campodonico fashion, we rented another boat and road out to the islands between Sardinia and Corsica. Deia was more than happy to be in her life vest (thankfully we brought our own), and we bounced in the ocean...making a couple stops to marvel at the gorgeous water and cool yachts surrounding the tiny islands. We make a quick stop in Puerto Cervo, the "it" spot on the island. While it boasted top designer shops and a marina packed with some of the most insane (sized) yachts we have ever seen, it wasn't our cup of tea. It lacked authenticity. Short of it's location on the globe, it was a brand new development of hotel on top of hotel and a high-end outdoor "mall," it could have been Orange County. Many would disagree, but we aren't the Channel clad couple nor do we want to shop while on the island of Sardinia. We wanted the real deal. We wanted to be where the Italians were. Thankfully we met a wonderful fellow, Italian, mom on the beach one day. Her family lived on the island, as did her husband's family. She made us a reservation at an Agriturismo called La Tegghja...one where the locals go. It's a farm stay. So we went, as the only Americans. We watched an incredible sunset from the cliff top farm and sat down at our assigned table. There must have been 30 other Italian families there! No menu...they just kept bringing course after course of pure Sardinian food....thankfully they spared us the horse meat. With endless refills of house wine, we stuffed our faces into the night. We left fat and happy and having felt like we delighted in one of Sardinia's pure experiences.
Sardinia, Italy
We flew from Milan to Sardinia. We drove our little Fiat to Capo Testa on the northern tip of the island and stayed there for 4 glorious nights. It was interesting to see such arid, desert like landscape fall into such clear, sapphire Mediterranean water. It reminded us of Greece. This beach, Capo Testa, was absolutely PERFECT for families. The water was about a foot and a half deep for a hundred yards out and 300 yards wide, no waves. Deia could walk chest deep on her own and she loved it! The pools at this resort were also all kid friendly, not a single deep pocket to be found. We loved her half naked, in and out of the various bodies of water. And here she fell in love with Santino...our waiter for the trip. She would wake up asking for more "Tino." And she would take his hand or let him hold her when we needed to scarf down some food. It was wonderful. In true Campodonico fashion, we rented another boat and road out to the islands between Sardinia and Corsica. Deia was more than happy to be in her life vest (thankfully we brought our own), and we bounced in the ocean...making a couple stops to marvel at the gorgeous water and cool yachts surrounding the tiny islands. We make a quick stop in Puerto Cervo, the "it" spot on the island. While it boasted top designer shops and a marina packed with some of the most insane (sized) yachts we have ever seen, it wasn't our cup of tea. It lacked authenticity. Short of it's location on the globe, it was a brand new development of hotel on top of hotel and a high-end outdoor "mall," it could have been Orange County. Many would disagree, but we aren't the Channel clad couple nor do we want to shop while on the island of Sardinia. We wanted the real deal. We wanted to be where the Italians were. Thankfully we met a wonderful fellow, Italian, mom on the beach one day. Her family lived on the island, as did her husband's family. She made us a reservation at an Agriturismo called La Tegghja...one where the locals go. It's a farm stay. So we went, as the only Americans. We watched an incredible sunset from the cliff top farm and sat down at our assigned table. There must have been 30 other Italian families there! No menu...they just kept bringing course after course of pure Sardinian food....thankfully they spared us the horse meat. With endless refills of house wine, we stuffed our faces into the night. We left fat and happy and having felt like we delighted in one of Sardinia's pure experiences.
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