little italy

We spent some time on the East coast of Zanzibar, in a wind-swept place called Uroa.
All the locals (and the "Massai") spoke Italian, as most of the tourists coming there are from Italy.

Our hotel was a nice little place, owned by an Italian (of course), who had trained the chef to serve Italian-inspired food such as Risotto, Spaghetti al Frutti di Mare and Prosciutto. It was delish!
The beach was nice, too, and we went for long walks, collecting shells and watching the water come and go.
But the best place was the hammock under the trees by the pool, where I spent hours just reading and taking some naps in between.