April 20, 2008
Late in the afternoon great sheets of fog blew in from the sea and everything was completely covered in swirling drifting clouds of fog. The fog was still thick at night when we strolled into Praiano for dinner at Le Brace. As we walked down the hill in the fading light we could see that lower Praiano was completely shrouded in thick white fog. A shelf of fog about 300 feet down blanketed water and land. Half of Positano was visible and lights were twinkling, but the lower half was wiped out by the thick fog. It looked like we were in the sky walking on top of clouds. With the bright moon overhead and the sharp line of rolling fog below the effect was otherworldly. So mysterious! So lovely! Some of the local townspeople had climbed the hill we were walking down to look out over the bay and down on the bank of fog lit up by the moon.
April 23, 2008 Wednesday noon, Balcone di Lucile – Sitting at a table on a wide lawn overlooking the sea, which today is the color of slate blue and aqua green patchwork. In your mind you know such places with beauty this ripe exist, but when the book is open and the images are pulled out one by one and set in front of you it’s difficult to imagine they are real.
Our iced coffee cocktails just arrived in martini glasses. We ordered the Mediterraneo which consists of espresso, zucchero, limoncello, buccia d’ arancia, and crema di latte. Milky tasty bliss. And a white tableclothed table to sit and record every detail.
We took the morning SITA bus back to Ravello and this time were delighted to avoid the Mt. Kilimanjaro staircase leading to the 2nd bus. Adding to our positive attitudes (aside from the fact that we are in Italy), the sun came out and our jackets have been stowed away in our purses. We are here at Villa Cimbrone to see the outstanding gardens & grounds.
100% lovely and amazing.
Later we’ll stop for lunch then down to Minori on the world’s longest staircase we’ll go.
April 23, 2008 Spectacular views across the mountains and valleys lush with groves of lemon, olive, and fig trees. Vegetable gardens filled with lettuce, cabbage, every imaginable green edible growing thing.
Even the ground under the grape vines is planted. A giant fruit and vegetable basket built into the terraced hills. The curving paths cling to steep slopes with so much green you cannot take it all in. When we finally make it to Minori it is late afternoon. Sister is ready to climb back up, but the descent has exhausted me. I stare at her and blink, then drag myself to a bench and try to decide what is wrong with her. One last long staircase down into Minori and we catch the bus back home along the coast road.