We didn’t see why everyone made such a fuss, but Uncle Bruno and I thought the 70-degree weather was perfect for a dip in the sea. In Sant’andrea, going into the water in November is pure lunacy.

Nino, who took us to the marina after a 3-hour excursion in hunt for the cheese, called us “sick.” Or at least that’s what I think that’s what he said.

I’ve been called worse.