We arrived at Ristorante Marina Grande a bit early, but they were ready for us, placing us at a long table along one side of the restaurant, right next to the sea. Thankfully, it was a warm evening since we were dining al fresco.
The table was elegant, but not overly lavish. Just right. Nichole’s orange bouquet added a spot of color to the simple white tablecloth. The attentive waiters served us wine and brought bread in small burlap sacks, kept fresh with drawstring tops.
Dinner was indescribable. I won’t even try. I will let you see for yourself.
Andrea arrived in time to join us for dessert and plunked himself down near Tony and Gianni, the three of them gabbing away.
This momentous day was finally drawing to a close. It was getting late, and we were getting tired. It was time to return home. The bride and groom rode in the van with rest of us, Andrea at the wheel. Tony and Nakita rode with Gianni in his Mercedes.
The van riders arrived back at the villa before Tony and the others. As we dragged ourselves up the steep steps, we realized that Tony had the key to get in. We would have to wait outside the green door for him to arrive.
But Chris surprised us. In a flash he scaled the stone wall like a mountain goat and jumped down the other side, opening the door to let us in. So much for security. But we were grateful for his agility and clambered up the last flight of steps to the villa door.
Sadly, we all said goodnight. Tomorrow, we’d have to say goodbye. In the morning, our little group was going separate ways.