I’ve always been curious about Sardinia but knew very little about it except that it is Italian. My son and his family have a long stretch of vacation time which they always spend on various beaches. The last two years they have camped on Elba, Corsica and Sardinia and this year we decided to join them for a few days. I don’t do camping. I don’t want to hike to get to the bathroom, wait in line to take a shower, sleep on the ground, that sort of thing, so we stayed in one of the little cabins on the same property where my son camped. The plus was that there was air conditioning. That’s my kind of camping. Sardinia turned out to be be beautiful as I expected, more green and tropical that Corsica-at least the parts we saw-and the water was fantastic. The camp ground turned out to be a huge family place with kids all over the place and a bunch of young staff who provided soccer games, exercises in the pool or the ocean and, at night, from 9:30 to 11:30, music and entertainment-very loud music and commentating and singing done in a microphone set to the highest volume. I guess this is the Italian way. If I wanted to sleep before the music stopped I had to wear earplugs. Everyone seemed to be mostly Italian but we met an Austrian family and a French one. Everyone stares at Jason’s family who, I guess, look German with all of that blond hair but speak English. One man expressed astonishment that they had returned for a second year. My son and his three oldest children speak excellent Italian, as does his wife, so they fit right in although their set up isn’t as fancy as much of that I saw there. Anyway, I had fun with the grandkids and mostly sat under an umbrella on the beach being white and, maybe, with vampire in my heritage.
I am showing you this photo so you can see that the Italian women didn’t care if they didn’t have flat stomachs or perfect bodies. They still mostly wore two piece or bikinis. I never took off my t-shirt-so American.