April 17, 2008 3:25pm Sitting on a sea wall with back against brick and stone wall. Tyrrhenian Sea crashing all around.
Using part intuition and part Amalfi walk book by Julian Tippett, we picked our way like a couple of old mountain goats over many steps, under, through, and between houses all the way to where we sit now: Atrani, lovely village by the sea.
Must have been 1000 steps up and down until our legs vibrated with wild spasms. I went much further than I thought I could with no ill effects so far. (crosses fingers does sign of cross) The views along the way were of sunlight glinting on sea water the color of aquamarine lit from the inside. Further out one hundred shades of blue ranging from silver to navy.
But the sea is only the backdrop to scene after scene opening in front of our eyes. Narrow stone footpaths shared with donkeys and only a few people,
but not in the country – HERE in a village with people living, eating, breathing, cooking behind every beautiful doorway.
Here mounds of pink bee balm or butterfly bush, there a small perfect geranium with partially opened flower, dandelion boquets sprouting from ancient walls. And across the village the dome of the tiled basillica. Green and yellow tiles shining in the sun.
Fig trees framed in blue. Mountainous coastline spread out below. A living postcard.
I do not travel to see monuments or museums or to shop. I came here to see THIS. To be HERE on this path walking from one village to the next. Breathless, wonderous, alive.
Some random glimpses into my travel journal. Thank you for the enthusiastic welcome home! The comments have been very dear. Today I began to slowly add photos into the trip log. Bigger rings are needed!