Santa Margherita

We caught another overnight ferry from Sardinia to Genoa, on the Italian mainland. Whatever made me think this would be a 'nice' way to travel, I will never know. I think I must have had flashbacks to our backpacker days when it was so luxurious and extravagant to spend the night in a little cabin on board a ferry.

I had booked the superior/first class cabin only to be confronted with a 4 birth bunk room with an ensuite that I would not use for 12 hours, as I forgot to bring my thongs .... yes, it was that bad. E thought it was pretty funny when he saw me sleeping on the top bunk, but other than that, it was 12 hours of rocky hell.

Those who say 'it's not about the destination, it's about the journey' are wrong. It is ALL about the destination ... welcome to Santa Margherita!

An old fashioned seaside resort on the Italian riviera, Santa Margherita is only 5 minutes drive from the famous town of Portofino, and our little home for 3 nights.

What a fabulous town. Amazing food choices on every street - Italian delis serving up plates of of goodies for 5€, bakeries selling the most delicious biscuits and local apricot tart, cafes, bars and an array of restaurants and pizzerias.

The beach clubs were starting to close after the Summer season and the crowds were disappearing, and we were glad of it. Gorgeous coastal walks and secluded swimming spots all to ourselves.

Walking along the coastline you can't help but wonder about the lives of the rich and famous who live and/or holiday here. The villas are spectacular.

Portofino, the small but picture perfect fishing village surrounded by pastel coloured houses, was a short trip from our hotel and worth the overpriced parking and coffees. It's the kind of place you see in the movies and it's every bit as beautiful!

A xx