We find the Agricamper spot through Park4Night. At first we missed the entrance since it was a sharp small 90° turn steep up. We place our birdhouse on the second terrace. It is quiet, noone is around. Maggie is starting to catch a cold and is a little feeverish. Jacob doesn't feel 100% either. Severe headaches and dripping nose. We park at a spot on a terrace, overlooking a mountain. Not particularly seaview, but it will do for the coming days. And since there is no one around, this makes the spot kind of private.
Good enough for the coming day(s). This will soon change with the coming Easter vacation we are told by the owner Francesco.
He asks us if we want to have dinner. We gladly accept. It will be the first time we eat outside our Birdhouse.
We arrive at a picollo taverna, no more than a tiny living room with room for approximately ten people. We are the first to arrive. The dinner is proving to be a feast of the first order. In total seven dishes are served, starting with proscutto and various home made cheeses, chiambell alla frutta, peperone alla griglia, sla, quiche, pasta al saggio, pasta con pomedori, dopo carne, verdura e anche dolce. Lovely in milk drenched cake.
The owner is, like most camper/camping owners, a local celebrity. Not only does he host tourists, which bring in money for the local economy, but he also grows his own vegetables, makes his own red and white wine, liqueur, and of course his own olive oil. And he also has a small flock of chicken, duck and some pheasants. After spending one night he refers to us as "number one", meaning he is starting to like us. Contrary to the French and the Tedesci, which he doesn't seem to like that much.
We tell him about our plans. He immideately picks up his phone and calls the local real estate agent, Carla. We arrange a meeting next morning.
We still do not feel well. We think we might possibly have caught an after covid, because we both have lost out sense of smell. Nevertheless the meal Francesco makes us is incredibly good. We are the only guests at his restaurant. Later that night hè joins us with his bottle of homemade liqueur and we are invited to play for him on his piano. Francesco plays too and sings his heart out. He is a nice fellow.
The next morning Carla awaits us for a visit to her properties. Maggie stays at home, she is still not feeling well. But I am in for an adventure. We drive inlands where we meet Gianfranco, a pensionado with a small car that takes us along a route that could best be described as impossible. More than once we drive 5km per hour and more than once I feel the edge of a cliff slipping by the car. After a halve hour drive we arrive at his property: a small house on top of the mountain. With a view for a kill!
A magnificent panaroma unfolds. Indeed there is sea view. But unluckily there is a neighbour very close to the house. That and the road being impossible makes it a no go for us. Price-tag: €73.000,- . with 6.0000 m2 land. More land can easily be bought the real estate agent assures us.
The second property the real estate agent shows me is much more convenient. An estate overlooking Davina, with sea view, 100% privacy and 10.000 m2 land. Price-tag: €340.000,-. The house owner is a dementing old man that has been declared incapacitated. His daughters want to persuade him out of his house. The son wants to remain in the house, but the judge has judged otherwise.
It is a wonderful house. It is modern, has two stories, a huge garden, filled with mostly olive trees, and a terrace with another view for a kill! But this place is far better reachable. The public road leading to the house has only one steep turn, which can be easily taken even with a campervan.
Carla is a firm Real Estate agent. Even though she is not entirely sure there is no-one in the house, she knocks on doors, peaks through windows and encourages me to do the same. I had the gopro with me so I was able to take some cute shots.