Satiated in Santa Spratta.
We had a reservation for the mythical village of Santa Spratta.
We couldn’t find it.
In the Ferrari GTW we had rented we edged closer to it and the map and tracking device showed we had arrived. But oh dear, nothing there except a surprisingly small supermarket.
Everyone we asked nearby to where it was supposed to be, told us to turn around and go the other way.
Circles later we chose to shop at the supermarket as consolation.
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