So I’ve been back for a few days from a trip to Ponza. Which is an island off the coast of Italy. A hidden little island off the coast of Naples, which has a three hour ferry to get there.
It was a holiday where we both needed some much needed R&R, and Ponza provided it in spades. A quiet, sleepy fishing village on an island that is no more than a few kilometers across, Ponza provided us with a great location to relax and take in the scenery.
Highlights were a boat tour around the island and a nearby island where I swam in the sea (without touching the bottom, which was a first for me in the 42 years I’ve been on the planet), a gorgeous meal at a Michelin starred restaurant overlooking the bay, sploshing in pools, an ice cream boat that was quite frankly the greatest invention I’ve ever seen, and a quiet restaurant on the other side of the island who’s pudding we loved so much we brought home.
Here are some photos (as I said I would in my previous post).
Anyway, I’d say go, but I’d definitely go back and I kind of like the fact it’s quietly chaotic and very Italian, and in a week we heard 3 British accents. So maybe don’t go. I like the fact we as a nation have never heard of it, meaning I can explore it.
Stick to Magaluf please.
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