We walked up a number of hills from the port into town and rented a white 125 cc vespa. After the rental lady laughed at us for looking like a circus duo on a miniature bike, and several attempts at starting and launching the thing, we were off through the busy city centre.
We head out of town to San Marco Beach. We zipped past condo buildings, around bends that opened up to vistas of rolling hills and mountains, then past smaller estates and finally into farms that had rows of lemon, orange and olive trees interspersed by cacti and flowers.
The fragrance of ripe lemons, fresh flowers and the salty air was intoxicating.
We zipped down the steepest hill to San Marco Beach. Completely empty likely due to the high winds and it not being hot enough for Italians Andrew and I (the lone Canadians) got down to our speedos and enjoyed the first moment of full body Vitamin D.