Jottings of a Traveller III (Sardinia Oct 2009)

They say that things always come in threes. Of course they don't, not always, but sometimes they do. Take this week for example. At the age of exactly 44-and-a-half (on Sunday) I experienced three 'firsts' as follows;

 I. My first visit to Italy. Sardinia, to be exact. Castelsardo, on its north coast to be more exact. Okay, so it's not the mainland, but say you'd never been to Britain, the Isles of Sheppey or Man would still count.