back to the homeland

cait and I left geneve for an extended weekend trip in sardinia, italy. we happened to find a cheap flight on easy jet and thought it'd be fun to jet-set with the billionaires in porto cervo. prior to leaving I purchased the lonely planet guide to sardinia, which over the course of the weekend proved to be the wost guide I've ever had to rely on. the info and timetables were wrong and the author apparently had some adversion to beautiful places with crystalline waters, because she wrote nothing of the gems we found. we arrived late on a friday and immediately headed out to the via olbia piazza for some authentic pizza e vino i rossi. the italians are a wild bunch. very chic with overdramatic gestures to accompany even the most mundane of conversation. they love cavalli. and gucci. and dolce and gabbana. I'm surprised I didn't see any versace. perhaps with donatella's past mishaps, the company lost its edge? all the girls rock 'just cavalli' bags and no one is in jeans. its all trendy couture. with worn-in chucks or cons as they say. on such a small island, how do they afford it? we did come across some fab knock offs but did not indulge. I personally was happy to spend my euro on the unbelievable food, boat rides and country-side tripping. baci baci bella.