A Day on Amalfi Coast Walking
There’s nothing typical about it.
Roll over in bed for a little spooning. Unfortunately, bedmate has left for the Herald Tribune and cornetto downstairs. Life on Capri is a bowl of cherries, despite the lack of spoon.
Private launch from Marina Piccola to mainland. Acqua minerale, sea air and sunshine make every day a good hair day.
Shuttle from Marina Grande to another world. It’s called the Pathway of the Gods (Sentiero degli Dei) and here the aforementioned sea air is scented with lemon (groves).
Take in mountain views that surely the gods themselves crafted. Remind yourself how fortunate you are.
A plaque points out that an economist named Giustino Fortunato named the pathway. Remind yourself how Fortunato you are.
Salvatore’s salsiccia, bocconcini and pane rustico next to a tiny stone hut. Doze off under lemon tree.
Awake to see Salvatore’s hand-penned (in Italian) salsiccia recipe tucked into your shirt pocket. It seems as though you were raving about it.
Faced with a fork in the road, you take the path more often travelled. It makes no difference—they’re both stunning.
The path finished, an awaiting vehicle whisks you to the Hotel Le Sirenuse in Positano. Bellini? Molto buono!
Partner heads off to the spa. You pull off a truly impressive cannonball and soak up sun poolside.
Have a view-inspired chat with the two architects in the group about building on hillsides. Talk about steep learning curves!
Adjourn to dinner under the candlelight of true chandeliers, the sparkling lights of the town and yachts below. Sip grappa and share a laugh with owner Antonio, whose noble ancestry vacationed in this very room a couple of centuries ago. A setting fit for a duke indeed.
Read three paragraphs under fresh white sheets. Bedmate displays that in Italy spooning is nocturnal. Bellissimo.