"Quite close to Salerno there is a coast towering over the sea that the inhabitants call della Costa Amalfitana, full of small villages, gardens and fountains. Among these there is one called PRAIANO."
Another lemony blue day iin Praiano. Right at this moment neighboring men are calling back and forth to each other across the hillside. Standing on their terraces and chatting in the way only Italians can do. All words ending on an upnote.
Carol just returned from a hike up to an old convent. 3x the stairs of yesterday to La Gavitella! The views were fabulous, she reported. A report of said adventure is all I need. I have planted myself here on the bottom terrace under the bamboo pergola from which I receive the perfect amount of filtered sunglight.
There is a lemon tree winking at me directly to my right/front and I have no need to leave. EVER. It's our last day on the Amalfi Coast and I want to soak up every drop of enchantment I can wring out of Le Arcate – our villa by the pearly blue sea, which today is as calm and still as a mirror shining up to the sky.
A sailing boat, ferries, and other sea craft are gliding along far down below. Journal materials are scattered across the wooden slatted table. I have paper, pens, books, water, coffee, sunglasses, camera, and poncho. Going to the bathroom is the only good reason I can see for moving.
April 25, 2008 10 pm ish
We just returned from a short stroll to the lookout point down the street.
Was it already 5 days ago that we saw the fog rolling down below, covering everything in milky white sheets of mist? We sat on the stone benches built into the curve of the wall and looked out at the twinkling lights of Positano on the far shore. All the little villages bright clusters of tangled starlight under the black sky. What a safe place. A good place. A fine place to implant wondrous experiences of childhood. I imagine all the townspeople tucked into their plump beds, safe and warm in their sleeping and dreaming. Heads nodding off on storybook pillows. Drifting off to a land of talking birds and giant animals.
Thank you for indulging me this: the world's longest travel report. I've answered a few questions in the comments section. I am NOT in Italy now. I DID make it back up the down staircase. I DID NOT travel with my sewing machine, although Stephen I will take you up on your offer for next year's trip as my baggage porter. A couple of posts about Rome and this episode of travel blogging will conclude. xo