Waking up early and driving 100km, some might say that this isn’t what they thought The New Dolce Vita entailed. Well, they’d be wrong; we’re heading to beach. Our destination? The sun kissed shores of San Felice Circeo.
Loved by Roman tourists of the 50s, it is perfect for us, the New Dolce Vita creatures, looking for a place to while away the hours. The town, with its historic centre, has been a luxury summer vacation spot for decades. History, legend and myth intersect perfectly in this small and ancient place, and we wanted in on the action.
9am and we’re there, arriving on time, and we head straight to the promenade, sitting at a table to take in the view of the sea front and enjoying a well-deserved breakfast. We chat we ease, sipping our coffee, freshly squeezed orange juice and enjoying croissants, whilst the sunshine beats down stronger with passing time.
An hour later – not even – and the desire of moving to the beach has come. We find the perfect sunbathing spot, which is right under the Circeo Mountain, and from where we can easily see one of the seven Medieval costal towers that enrich the already historical view.
Between a bath, a walk along the beach and a lively conversation and reading every sort of magazine, from newspapers to fashion magazines, lunch break has already passed us by but we are hungry.
We seek some shelter from the sun, under a porch next to the restaurant of where we were bathing, sitting down and we ordering fish dishes and caprese with excellent white wine.
We stay like this for most of the hottest hours of the day and, after the inevitable coffee (we are Italian after all), we are back to the beach for a power nap under the warm sun of the afternoon. The daylight is almost gone and, since it’s our first day in San Felice Circeo, what better way to enjoy the evening than a walk in the historical center.
Not long after our journey stroll through the streets began, it’s aperitivo time and a beautiful terrace of a bar allows us to end the glorious day at the beach with a couple of drinks and with fine friends.
Once again, the Dolce Vita sings, to us, its lullaby… and we welcome it.