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When in 2015 I got a particularly nasty cold in Munich that stiffed us of a couple or so of day trips. Meredith got her Munich here in Alghero. She went from crummy to bed-ridden to “I need to get some air”. It had been good though. The whole point with our stay here in Alghero was to relax and enjoy the view from our balcony. I didn’t mind that much as I had a bunch of work to do anyway and when you can get that done in the glittering light reflected off the Mediterranean, it would be inappropriate to complain. So I didn’t.

Nonetheless, the one day-trip we wanted – to visit Neptune’s Cave out on Capo Caccia, a rather dramatic sea-level entry cave that ostensibly would appeal to those who appreciate places where ocean meets rock. Again. And again. And again. Powerful stuff. High off our successful (albeit dock-bound) stay in Bari and bristling with confidence we strode to the local boat tour companies to select our Cinderella that would whisk us off to Grotte Nettune on one of the following days.

Well, Meredith got sick and the winds picked up. Not sure if there was any correlation there. Regardless, as our time in Alghero was winding down, we were running out of options. While the seas had calmed sufficiently for the boats to depart, they still wouldn’t be able to enter the cave proper. Not to be deterred, we checked with the local transit system since we had seen that there are bus lines that could take us out there. Neanderthal-grade Italian was enough to determine that the buses to Capo Caccia don’t go “Oggi”, but “Domani”. Since we’re leaving tomorrow we only saw one more option. The, for me dreaded, hop-on-hop-off tour bus. The epitome of dork-dom.

Feeling mildly like a circus animal as we were being carted around on a vibrantly red bus, we did make our way to the cave. After descending down the 656 steps hewn into the magnificent cliff-side as the surf was roaring below, we were greeted a ways into entrance of the cave with the specter of a 45 minute wait for 26 Euro’s worth of a guided tour of said cave. Other people would have considered themselves committed to this venture and stuck it out and staid with the guided tours. Not us. After taking enough photos of the stunning surroundings, we saunter up the steps to the only watering hole available and have a couple of cold ones while we’re waiting for the red chariot to bring us back to Alghero. Afterwards, we spoke with two pleasant sisters from the Netherlands with whom we shared the dork-mobile both there and back were rather unimpressed with the cave so sharing the afternoon with my favorite person with a beer and the Mediterrenean in the background was exactly the right way to end our stay in stunning Alghero.

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