Back at Floridiana we bid farewell to Agnes and lugged our suitcases all the way up to the parking garage. What a job! I huffed and puffed my way down the stairs and up the narrow street to the parking garage. Was overjoyed with relief to get Gianluca in my crosshairs. A quick pet of a shaggy sheep dog named Henry and we were off with sister at the wheel. Back down the permit-only pedestrian walkway and out onto the treacherous coast road towards Praiano. 20 minutes to drive 12 kilometers. THAT’S how narrow and twisted the road is. The drive there was easy enough, but finding the villa had us chasing our tails. We drove up one narrow street after another and finally arrived at a beautifully scenic dead-end with about 4 inches to turn around in. All that separated us from going over the cliff and down into that vast blue sea was a ridiculously flimsy white iron fence. I closed my eyes, kept my mouth shut, and hoped the car would not choose now to pop out of automatic into manual and lurch forward. Sister got us back on the right path, but not without profuse palm sweating and gritting of her teeth.
We stopped to ask directions twice with a combination of sign language and pointing to the map. Once they were given in Italian by a kind man holding a baby, and later by an older man and woman tending their gardens by the side of the road. We didn’t understand them, but we appreciated their enthusiasm in wanting to help. Eventually we met up with Fortunata and 62 Via Umberto Prima.
Tonight we cooked fusili with roasted tomatoes and freshly grated parmesean bought at the small grocer down the street. Also fresh salad and rustic rolls that make my heart sing. Sister drank her wine and I sipped my Prosecco in front of the big wooden table we’ve moved in front of the french doors. All this while watching the full moon, spotlight-bright, rise up over the water.
April 20, 2008
Slept late and piddled around all day in the hot sun on the terraces.
There are many chairs to choose from and I intend to sit in every one of them.
We began with breakfast. Deep red strawberries and Italian coffee. The plain yogurt is delicate and sweet.
Took all of our journal supplies to the side terrace and spread everything out on the table. Sister has made wise use of the broiler pan in the oven to tote our stuff around. Filtered sunlight came down through the bamboo pergola. The geraniums, begonia, and lemons hanging fat on the tree are jewel-like set against the blue backdrop of sea. Yellow, red, hot pink lighting up the terrace like Christmas lights!
In the late afternoon we relocated to the front terrace.
Our American Airlines ponchos are proving to be quite useful in the cool mornings and evenings.
Recording all of these entries while sitting in such luxurious surroundings is a rare experience and one I will remember for a long long time. Just now as I right this at the dining room table in front of the glass doors, a full moon in a lightly clouded sky is glittering on the dark water.