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Ventana - An Enchanting Resort in BIg Sur

Summary: I love Ventana. I highly recommend visiting  and exploring the landscape at Lime Kiln and Andrew Molera State Park which I've blogged about here. Please note this is #notsponsored . Yes, that means we paid our own bill! Lots of details in the following review. including a Post Ranch vs Ventana comparison.  Can you tell there's something exciting beyond this beautiful gate? There's something special about Big Sur, a magic in the light, the presence of the Pacific, the cliffs, beaches, redwood forests and the murmur of the surf. It's one of my favorite places in California. I couldn't think of anywhere else I wanted to be to celebrate turning fifty, because it's a place where there's a sense of nature, space and light and a wide horizon. We've been to Big Sur many times and for a celebration there are two fantastic hotels vying for your attention. The exclusive, modern and very private, cliff top Post Ranch Inn and on the other side of the road the …

Italian Pastries

I've always said that I'm not a fan of Italian desserts but it seems I'm being won over to the pastries in every shape and form. It started innocently enough on our first morning when D. returned to the flat with a Tortine di Pistacchi from Roscioli - the famous bakery on our street. Or perhaps it started when I picked a flat on a street right next to a famous bakery!
Within days I was digging into fresh amaretti and the similar brutti ma buoni made from hazelnuts, pictured on the right below. They are deliciously crispy and sugary on the outside and crack in your mouth to reveal a softer nutty center, delicious.
This morning D. brought me a Sicilian doughnut for breakfast and I ate it before I thought to photograph it, that how delicious it was! It seemed too sad to photograph the bag it came in! I want to be discerning, to know whether I'm eating regional specialities or traditional Roman confections, but the truth is I'm just pointing, purchasing and eating. It's not as if the cookie cares whether I turn it into an intellectual exercise or not. So here we are eating our way through Rome one biscuit at a time.