With an early rise we hit the beach. I call it a beach but it was more like a sheep pen. The only free beach (the others you have to pay for) was absolutely tiny and was crammed with Italian sun worshipers. Nevertheless we managed to squeeze in long enough to get a couple of swim sessions and to dive from the rocks.
Afterwards we joined our Irish relatives at their roof top pool for a swim and some sun.
For dinner we went to the same restaurant that the girls went to on the hen night a few nights previous. The name of the restaurant translates to English as 'The Parish Priest' but it didn't seem religious at all, except perhaps for it's likeness to the Garden of Eden.
The place is built in and around a luscious green forest-like garden with a huge glass greenhouse in the centre. Lemon, lime, orange and olive trees grew amoungst the tables and grape vines formed a canopy overhead. They had numerous cats roaming freely amoungst the diners, presumably they prevent mice and rats. Mind you they begged for food more that they hunted for it!
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