The sublime to the ridiculous

Yesterday my cousin Sydney took me to the beach where we had lunch, chatted, walked, watched the fishermen and the sea. But by the time the sun had begun to disappear over the horizon, jet-lag was overtaking me, so this photograph was taken from inside his car; I was feeling far too lazy to get out of the vehicle and just stuck my camera out of the window. Yet the fire in the sky, creating a halo above the sea was sublime.

And then there was the ridiculous.

Sydney openly chuckled in my face when I had said we should have a gelati each. But in my defence, usually if you order gelati in England, you get a sensible bowl with a couple of scoops of ice cream. Here, in this beach-side restaurant there was a sensible bowl, oh yes, but just take a look at the size of the dessert...

Flavours included mint choc, vanilla, orange and chocolate, mango, strawberry, and something else that I could only describe as 'Indian jam' - very sweet, with a hint of soft fruit and cough medicine. Thankfully the waiter ignored my order and brought only one. After merely denting it, Syd and I left the rest to melt, flood the plate and cause a puddle of liquid sugar...