alghero: where the espresso doesn't suck and the sea is basically a giant bathtub
just landed in this sardinian rock with my taste buds on high alert and my caffeine levels in the red. turns out alghero’s got this weird witchy vibe going on - cobblestones that’ll trip you up if you’re not watching where you’re walking, and these faded coral buildings that look like they’ve been sunbathing since the 1500s. not gonna lie, i’ve spent more time staring at *espresso cups than at the actual cathedral.
so the weather’s doing this thing where it’s 24°C but feels like 23°C, which is basically just perfect if you ask me. dry as a bone though - humidity’s 22%, meaning you could probably dry your clothes on a line in 10 minutes. still, that sea breeze off the med is like a personal AC unit. i just checked my weather app and it’s this weirdly stable heat wave that won’t quit, hope you brought your sweatbands.
"that seafood place by the port? locals say the owner’s cousin waters down the wine. heard it from a fisherman’s wife who might’ve been three sheets to the wind."
if your brain starts to melt from too much saffron-infused pasta (which, let’s be real, is a risk here), sassari’s a 40-minute drive north. or if you’re feeling adventurous, bosa’s got this crazy river running through the old town. heard whispers about a gelato stand there that’ll change your life, but also heard it’s owned by a guy who once stole a fishing net. so ymmv.
someone at a roastery near porta a murra swore the best coffee in town is at this hole-in-the-wall called ‘caffe del’angelo’. then another local whispered that the owner’s always grumpy because he lost a bet about pigeons. who knows. all i know is their cortado slapped. for real tho, if you wanna see what the fuss is about, tripadvisor’s got their rankings.
"avoid the ‘olive oil tasting’ tour. guide talks like a GPS and charges €20 for two sips. my friend’s cousin’s roommate said it’s a scam."
pro tip: bring your own water bottle. these locals act like tap water’s made of gold. also, if you see a sign for ‘fregola’, order it. unless you’re allergic to deliciousness. for more cursed food adventures, yelp’s got receipts.
and yeah, the air pressure’s 1014 hpa. which means your sinuses are probably fine. or not. who can tell with this humidity? just pack tissues and hope for the best.
ps. if you need to escape the madness, sardinia’s tourism board has the real lowdown on hidden beaches. but honestly? the best part is getting lost in alleys* that smell of salt and stale bread. that’s the vibe.