Our Nuraghe Quest

May 29th

Today was our last day in Sardenga and we were pretty wiped out from the last few days. We decided to enjoy another morning at the beach, despite the remnants of Wednesday’s sunburn. So we spent the morning on the beach, and then headed back to town for some pizza and Gelato (in the small amount of time we spent in Stintino we visited this Gellateria 5 times).

After lunch, it was time to find a Nuraghe. The Nuraghi are the remnants of an ancient island civilization and are scattered all over the island. They are small bee-hive/igloo resembling huts constructed from stone that served as shelter. The problems with these little huts are that there are no roads to many of them, many are on private property, and they are just hard to find. We spent an hour or so trying to track down a Nuraghe and we were only able to see it from a distance (it was on private property with vicious signs posted about ravenous german shepards and no access allowed). This time our quest to find a Nuraghe was pretty much a failure, next time we will stop when there are signs present and not try to find them based on the map.
The tiny igloo shaped bump in the background is the Nuraghe

Sella and Mosca Vineyard outside Alghero

After our failed quest we were running extremely early for our flight and decided to stop at a vineyard of a local wine we had enjoyed while in Stintino, unfortunately we found it to be slightly fortresslike and were unable to gain access. We continued heading for the airport, where we ran upon a Necropolis from 3300 B.C., Anghelu Ruju, which was pretty interesting.

Then off to the airport to return the car and head back to Rome. We arrived earlier than planned due to our failed attempt at discovering a Nuraghe, which ended up making for a long wait in the airport because boarding was delayed 1 hour. I feel delays are to be expected at some point in the travels, hopefully this was our delay and all our flights home will be on time since we both have to work on Tuesday.

Rich filling up the Lancia

Once back in Rome we waited for Luca to get home to eat dinner, which ended up being after ten, so famished and exhausted we enjoyed an enormous feast of mussels and oysters. By the way if you love raw oysters, don’t ever tell an Italian that! I love oysters but I have my special way I like to eat them (i.d. ketchup, salt, lemon, and a cracker). Here it is just sucking down a slimy raw oyster, the taste is very good, but I don’t so much care for the texture without the cracker.