Lost in translation

One of my colleagues is over from Milan and she was telling me about the beauty of Sardinia where she has an apartment near an amazing pink beach, appropriately called La Spiaggia Rosa. "It's completely pink because of the ostriches," she said. "Ostriches?" I queried, "Do you mean flamingos?" "No, ostriches!" she replied and asked "What do you call the packaging of an ostrich?" Puzzled by her drift, I unhelpfully suggested "An egg?" She then said the word in Italian and all became clear. The sand is pink because of many pulverised oyster shells so the beach has a mother-of-pearl gleam and the water is translucent.