Forks are not the same as stars

They make me Eggs Benedict for breakfast every day now. They have a no-carb version without the muffin. Could get used to this.

Sorrento. We signed up for a luncheon (lunch, but it sounds more elegant) at the Quattro Passi restaurant in Nerano. The trip was by speedboat. I expected something elegant, like these wooden shiny things they do in Venice. And the restaurant was marketed as three-star Michelin. So, I came stumbling down the gangway. First, the tender. Then the speedboat, that looked like something I would go deepsea-fishing with. Found out very early that I had the wrong shoes. Too high heels.

Going to a lunch like this with a group of people you do not know is interesting. You can never know what to expect. The first group was three women - daughter, mother and mother-in-law. Very nice people from New York. Then it was the two of us. And finally - the king of the ship this week - with his daughter and his girlfriend (same age?). This is the foxy-foxy-guy from the Corinth Canal. He ran the whole show with a discussion about living in California versus New York. Spiced up with bragging about his vacations in St. Tropez. Like nobody else around the table had ever been there. After five minutes, the girlfriend tuned out, she actually seemed stoned or something. Every time someone talked to her, she said "oh, I wasn't paying attention". felt so sorry for the daughter. If my dad behaved like that, I would have hidden under the table. The food was good, but not better than back on the ship. When you have tried one with three stars once, then you know what to expect - and my expectations were not met. It turned out that the place actually had one Michelin star, and three forks. There is a difference.

Spent afternoon with prosecco and husband on main square of Sorrento. Went shopping for a little while, but did not find anything I liked. Really happy about that, must mean that I maybe have all I need. Dinner on the ship, gazing at the sunset over Capri. Everybody went ashore to go partying, so we had the TOY (top-of-the-yacht) bar to ourselves, and could blast the speakers with the classic Franz Ferdinand song about Jaqueline. It's so much better on holiday, so much better on holiday.

Getting reports from older family members having a great time in Rome. Champagne on the roof terrace of Hotel Raphael. Looking very much forward to Saturday.