The beach was beautiful, clear acqua green water and white sand with towering mountains above. Much to Rosas horror I changed on the beach beneath my towel and jumped into the water. She looked on in disbelief. I guess I am still very Australian. Her Aunt arrived while I was diving in ecstasy through the water and watched in disbelief while we lugged our bags off the beach. Her friends were waiting at a cafe and bought us granita's, thinking I was strange in my towel and wet shirt! We went to the house and then back to the beach. They were very nice. The three of them were from Torino. A man and lady who lived together and their friend. They were Marina and two Claudio's. Rosa's Aunts name is Maria but I called her zia (aunt). We spent three nights with them, eating out each night (so much food and mostly fish), swimming and sleeping during the day and generally doing very little. They all loved me, calling me the kangaroo, constantly asking me what the kangaroo was doing and what I thought of Italy. They spoke no English whatsoever so again my Italian was needed thoroughly. It was good practice for me. Sleeping here was a funny arrangement. There were two tiny single beds in one room and Rosa, her aunt and I slept here together. The room was so small and the beds so tiny that you could not roll over without knocking everyone else so I never slept terribly well. Also for Claudio to get to his room he had to come through ours. In Australia I think people would knock or call out first, but he would come bouldering through, always making a comment to us, joking that one day he would come through and we would all be nude. Italian men are quite different. I was surprised at the way they took us in, complete strangers living all so close together, sharing one bathroom. They were very nice to us.