We leave pretty Bosa for our last stop in Sardinia: Alghero. It's an hour ride on the bus on a scenic road along the coast.
The bus drops us off near the Alghero marina and B&B La Terrazza is a short walk away. It's a large renovated apartment on the 5th floor of a building with several rooms for guests. A lady lets us in, but understands no English and is frustrated that we don't have a print-out of our reservations. But she shows us our room and smiles, waving away my offered passport saying, "Tomorrow, Mario". We have a comfortable, spacious room that opens up to a large shared terrace.
We go out to explore around town and figure out what we might do tomorrow. Around the marina is the touristy, historic part of Alghero with cobbly narrow streets, restaurants and shops. The 12th century ramparts protect us from the crashing sea.
We also run a few errands. Sophia needs stamps to send her last Italian postcard, but somehow we are denied at the post office. For some reason, they say they can not give us stamps for Canada. Everywhere else in Sardinia, we've been able to get stamps but Alghero fails us. We try to ask at the Information office for some advice, but the agent doesn't really listen to our questions, but tells us what we already know. We finally have some real help when we talk to an agent at Navisarda about booking a boat tour for the next day. We can also leave our packs at the ticket office for the day, which is perfect since we have to catch our flight to Barcelona right after the boat ride.
In the evening, we head back out to the old town in search of a lobster dinner.
We find it at Borgo Antico, a restaurant recommended by the Lonely Planet. We don't find the lobster spaghetti on the menu, but Sophia asks the waitress who checks with the chef...yes, they will make it for us. She wrestles a lobster out of the tank and soon we have a steaming large dish of lobster in spaghetti with tomato sauce for the 2 of us. The large chunks of lobster are tender and juicy mixing well with the spaghetti. We have 2-3 plates each, carefully picking precious chunks of meat from the shell. Our napkins are soon stained orange and the waitress returns impressed by our skillful eating.
And it's not a full day unless it ends with gelato. Still full from the lobster, I manage one scoop of "Mirto". Not sure what it was, I thought the light purple colour might be tasty. Bleehhh...it tastes kind of medicinal...like Vicks in gelato form. I discover the next day that Mirto is a liqueur made from berries only grown in Sardinia.
