“Shall I make you a reservation at 20.30hrs at a local agriturismo?”, Luigi suggested. It was a kind offer, but we thought the baby wouldn’t last through a whole meal that started that late. So off to Sa Sevada we went again, this time for sardo salumi, ravioli with ricotta and nuts (for me) and grilled fish with salad (the husband). Léa was a perky baby almost throughout (eating her bread, tossing everything else offered on the floor). When we were just about done, she was too and started babbling. Loudly. We gave her a bottle and then left as quickly as we could. She was out cold before we left the parking lot.