Mia Figlia e la Mia Città

For nights now, I have woken up smiling knowing that Avery was soon to arrive. This was a big decision for her use work days and expense to join me for a bit. 

Avery, Dalton, Nonnie and myself came to France and Italy in Summer 2008. They enjoyed the experience very much but didn’t have the strong desire to study abroad during college or return with friends. I think Dalton is more my out of the country traveler, but golf kept him busy during the first half + of his college years. 

Her flight did not arrive until 2:00ish so I went to mass before her arrival. 

I tidy up the appartamento making sure to share 1/2 the space (and half the A/C), then go out to the stoop and wait in anticipation. 


When she arrives, she is “thrilled” I am there to document.


Her flight went well except for the fact that a girl behind her was throwing up the entire trip. She thought about moving seats but as she had an empty seat beside her, she decided this could be the lesser of two evils. 

I showed her around our appartamento for the next four nights, then. Edited she could get too comfortable, I told her it would be best for us to walk and see a bit before resting. 

Andiamo!

Avery has never been to Firenze so we did the big loop, Santo Spirito to Saint Mark’s weaving in and out as we walked. 

There are certain places I want her to see and experience. I feel a bit like a broken record because it was basically the same agenda for Danita. 

As we approach Pugi, I think and say, ” it could quite possibly closed today since it is Sunday. Sure enough, it was. I share a bit of history of Saint Mark’s and then we roam to Le Menagere for her first Spritz. 

The heat is something you just do not get used to, at least being from the USA, enjoying the respite of hopping from true A/C to true A/C. Here even places that “have” A/C….well, you know. 


We sit enjoying our refreshing Spritz as we sweat out as much liquid as we take in. To keep our energy up, Avery orders a piece of torta di carote…good call. 

The traveler she is, she pushes through the jet lag, conserving energy where she can. 


We wind our way back across the Arno taking in the Duomo and Palazzo Vecchio as we go. I don’t push these sights too much because when I look through someone else’s occhi, I get the same sensation as my very first “drop in” visit with Mom and Jim…and my memories were not good ones. It is crowded, hot and feels very much like an amusement park. 

When we cross the fiume, we returned to the appartamento for a little rest. Tonight, we are meeting the Girls from Georgia for aun bicchiere di vino a little Santino. 

I cannot believe I did not document our evening with our nuova amica. I think it was all going so well and conversation so natural, I completely forgot.  

After sharing bella bottiglia di vino rosso toscano, kiss, kiss and part ways. There is certainly something to be said of Southerners and their hospitality. 

Avery and I stroll around the corner to Piazza Santo Spirito for dinner. In 2015 I had a gnocchi at Osteria Santo Spirito and wished for my kids. I am happy to share this with Avery on her prima notte a Firenze. 


Gnocchi con quattro formaggi e olio di tartufo e Risotti con zucchine. 

Buona notte. 

Aperitivo Tour? Si Grazie!

You know I do my share of roaming and research, but after several days of going solo, I was up for some guidance and expertise. 

Previously when I checked with Coral Sisk of Curious Appetite about booking her Aperitivo Tour, she said this week was the only week it was not offered. She prefaced this sad news with “Super Bummer”.  Then, outta the blue she contacted me and said it had opened up and was I still interested?  Si Grazie!!

We were to meet 18:30 in front of Procacci on via Tornabuoni. Several mornings I have woken up saying, “Today, I visit Procacci”, but I’ve yet to. So, this is perfetto. 

Shortly after I arrive (yes, just a tad early), three girls about Avery’s age walk up verifying with their phone map that they have arrived at the correct spot.  I walk over, introduce myself telling them I am sure we are in for a treat. This will be my 3rd (a 4th scheduled for when Avery arrives) event with Curious Appeite and I have had great experiences. 

Within moments Coral arrives,  Let the tour begin. 

Procacci is our first stop. 


“This delicatessen was founded by Leopoldo Procacci in 1885 and, due to its historical, artistic and artisan heritage, it quickly gained an excellent reputation with the Florentine population for its gastronomic delicacies made with truffles (King Vittorio Emanuele II even made the shop an official supplier to the royal family, granting its founder, Leopoldo Procacci, the right to include the royal coat of arms on his signage). Savoring these specialties continues to be a popular ritual both with Florentines and visitors.”

We sample the Antinori family Prosecco,

paired perfectly with the dainty truffle sandwich they are know for.  

Coral educates us on the difference between champagne and prosecco. We learn prosecco is meant to be enjoyed young.  I look forward to finding (and pricing) this crisp, clean prosecco at home. 

Walking to our 2nd destination, Coral shares some history of Piazza Repubblica. 

The Column of Abundance is a 1956 replica.  The original was erected in 1431 at a crossing of the ancient Roman city. 

A little food, a little drink, a little art, a little history, a little more food and drink…my kind of tour. 

Next stop,

Osteria Nuvoli. As I prepare to take an exterior shot, one of the purveyors teases me saying I can take the photo, but because he is famous, I cannot sell it…deal. 

Coral is excited to bring us here. She said usually the groups are too large to visit this establishment. Curious Appetite caps their tours at 6 people, that should give you an idea how small this place is. 

Before heading down to the cellar, I notice these strips of paper blowing in the breeze. I ask, “Que significa?” The guy waiting on us proceeds to tell Coral that these are Treasure Hunts of sorts. He then goes outside and pulls one from its hiding spot and explains further. 

He says people hunt them, find them, then sign them. I say, “Like geocaching?” He lights up and says, “Si! Geocaching!” He then rolls the treasure back up and retucks it away. 

The girls and Coral can’t believe I’ve noticed something so seemingly insignificant. I tell them when you travel alone, you notice a lot…and you learn to ask questions. 

Now for the real treasure. 

In the cellar we are treated to an abundance of local carni e formaggi as well as both un vino bianco e rosso. All molto buono. 

With the wine, food and fun conversation, I think we could have stayed here all night but Coral tells us we have one more stop to make. 


We go from local rustic to local swank. This place and the cocktails prepared for us left me speechless. 

Before we begin, Coral gives us a couple of folklore tales about the Negroni. 

Here’s a bit of background from Food & Wine-

“1919, The Beginning: The story of the Negroni begins at the Caffè Casoni in Florence. There’s no documented historical account, but it is believed by cocktailians that Count Camillo Negroni invented the drink when he ordered an Americano made with gin in place of the usual soda water. It was a success and not long after, the Negroni family founded the Negroni distillery, which produced a ready-to-drink version of the cocktail that they called Antico Negroni 1919.

1947, Word Spreads: Orson Welles made one of the first documented remarks about the cocktail. He tried one while on location in Rome and commented to the Coshocton Tribune, “The bitters are excellent for your liver, the gin is bad for you. They balance each other.” ”

This was my first and I am sure it will never be topped. 

Our cocktails were brought to us in a clear box filled with smoke. When Roberto opened the box I wasn’t sure if I was at Mass or a cocktail bar. The scent that escaped was fuised with herbs and spices. 

For four Southern gals (the girls I’m with are from Georgia) this was a cocktail on a whole new level. 

The accompanying “snacks” dazzled as well. 

Coral advises us to drink up, as we’ve got one more Negroni to go. 

To my left appears Roberto again, this time with Negroni Chianti for all.  Lovely cut glass with hand chiseled ice cube and a spiced version of a classic Negroni. 

Oh and of course this cocktail came with its own sidekick. 

What an evening! Coral does an amazing tour and she is so generous with her time and talents. We definitely went over the 2.5 hours advertised. 

When it was time to say our goodbyes, Coral asked the girls what their plans were for the evening. They said they had none. So, you know me…I asked them if they had been Oltrarno.  No? Andiamo!

I took them on a quick spin to some of my favorite spots near my appartamento.  They commented that maybe being a tour guide is in my future…I said I had no desire to be part is someone’s hopes and dreams…too much pressure. 

Buona notte nuovi amici. Buona notte di Firenze. Buona notte luna. 

Paths Less Taken

I make countless loops around the historic  center of Firenze each day. Often I leave the apartment on a specific errand and find myself totally off track due to an interesting turn I’ve taken. 

For example…you gotta follow a guy with a cloud of white balloons!


This bella città has so much more to offer than what hits the average tourist’s occhio. Let me share some of the lesser known treasures. 

Sant’ Ambrogio Market

Located off Piazza Lorenzo Ghiberti you’ll find a smaller, less hectic and possibly a bit more authentic market than San Lorenzo. 

Very few tourist roam through the stalls. Locals are engaged in debates. Produce is colorful and healthy. The variety, broad. 

Indoors. You’ll find your pane e carne. 


I chose some “figlio” sized sciacciatta. When I pointed to the small rounds asking if it were also sciacciatta, the baker said “Si…theeesa eeesa the Momma (holding up the larger, more familiar looking pane) and-a theeesssaa (holding up the smaller in question) eeesssaa the figlio…the son-a.”  I said I would take tre, due sale e una pomodori.  1.5€! I noticed when he was bagging it, he glanced down into the bag and shrugged his shoulders. As I walked off, opening the bag, I noticed there were cinque figli. 


Outside you can find pretty much any thing you might need; fruit, cooked maiale, shirts, pants, plants, fiori, artisan watermelons and toilet paper. 

Not much English heard here. Infatti, I had a completely Italian conversation with a woman about my nuovi pantaloni I was wearing. She walked up to me intent on something. I told her, “Mi dispiace, non parlo molto bene italiano.”  This did not discourage her, so….I did my best. I walked away tickled. Not only did this older Italian donna find my pantaloni “molto elegante, molto chic”…but I was able to communicate where I got them, when I bought them and how little I paid for them. Brava on all counts!

Across the via I spot another market. This one looks like it is either being set up or taken down, but I venture over. 

What fun it is rummaging around through others’ cast offs. Someday I’ll have to return with an empty case filling it to the brim with pre-owned treasures. 

A bookstore…of sorts. 

I ask a man outside if it is his shop. He answers in a yes…kinda sorta way, damn the family business way. I ask him if he has a copy of The Great Gatsby. At first he says no but them walks in and begins restacking a stack, saying “I seem-a to remember”. 


Vittoria!!! Avery collects copies of this classic and I am thrilled when I get to add to the collection. This one even has a different cover. I’m so happy, saying “yay!” several times. The reluctant owner continues to look at me in a nonplus way. I push, asking if he might have a business card I can attach to the inside. Again, “No…”, then starts digging. The excavation is successful, but he says, “Eeetttaaa eesssa only written by-a hand-a”. 

“Yay!”…anche meglio. 

I weave my way towards the Arno furthering my exploration. 

This work of art made me laugh…around here, you toss your vecchio mattress and someone will use it as a canvas. How cool this would be hanging somewhere (after fumigation of course), alas it will probably end up at the dump along with countless other works of art. 

In Firenze, art is everywhere. I encourage looking in unexpected places. 


I cross the Arno bridges away from the congestion of tourist. 

Oltrarno is a quarter of Firenze south of the Arno. To many Florentines, it is the best and most authentic area. I accidentally work myself up to Piazzale Michelangelo. In the heat of midday, there are much fewer tourist. No doubt sunset is special, but the view from here is a head shaker no matter the time of day. 

On the South side I revisit Clet Abraham’s studio purchasing a print I’ve admired as well as a couple of the spilled wine stickers. I’ve been here 4 times and have yet to be fortunate enough to catch a glimpse of the artist, but I love snooping around the studio.  The print I purchased is similar to what you see on the wall there…the duomo turning into a moka, then a Vespa. 

Clet’s is not the only studio I snoop in.  Oltarno you will find workshops and studios with the doors open, artisans at work, saying “prego,prego” as you peek in. 

This lighting shop was magical.

And these fiori!

I enjoyed a bicchiere di vino bianco at popular enoteca, before continuing my roam. 

Further south I find myself at Porta Romana. This is part of the ancient walls of Firenze dating back to the 14th century. 

And I had to touch it, certo!

Near the gates I see remnants of Roma…


Deep in a true neighborhood you see such sweet things,

Neighbors caring for neighbors…who are they making such effort to bring the flowers to?

In the back of this trattoria, the kitchen staff eats together before sharing their talents with others. 

And the true pride for their city…not to get tourist to buy in. 

Before going back to my room, I have a little pick me up…Tiramisu. This time it is actually mine. Although I do like this Italian dolce, it tends to be a bit rich for me…but I’m enjoying this for my Dad.  Ahhh, the things we do for love…


On my walk up to Piazzale Michelangelo, I picked up a flyer promoting a concert. I decide to purchase the cheapest ticket and attend this evening. 

I return to the room, clean up and rest a bit. Then I’m off to the concerto. 

My ticket was 25€. The next section up was 35€, and the front section 50€. Being early, I get the front row of the cheap seats. In front of me, only 7 rows, sit the big spenders. 

At first I was not sure about video etiquette so that’s why you see my dress, but later see it is ok.  None of the picture quality is good but I must try to transport you the way I was. ​

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​I was in constant awe that ten instruments played by mere mortals could produce such exquisite sounds. 

After the final “Brava!” was shouted, I returned to my via (the brown doors are mine) and ended my day in the perfetto Italian way…  

Con pasta!

All Roads Lead to Florence

Travel Day! Time to head back to Firenze. 


Always good to say an extra prayer or two before you embark on any journey.   I am waiting for my car, I look over my shoulder and there is a niche…perfetto. The car is 15 or so minutes late, but other than that…wait, he did abrubtly swerve into one of the SOS inlets to get a drink of water, which confused us all..and when we attempted to pull back out on the A1, there were more swerves, honks and words, my eyes were closed and I was once again in prayer…but other than that, all went well and we arrived Napoli Stazione. 

I shared the ride with a retired couple from Brisbane. They were both teachers and now spend their time traveling. They gave me a few tips on venturing further south. We shared emails and I look forward to gleaning a bit from their adventures. 


I remember being at the Napoli station with Mom and the kids. We had read enough about Napoli to be frightened. We moved around the stazione like a tight flock of penguins sheltering each other from the cold. 

I had not previously purchased our train tickets from here to Roma…stroke of luck. So when I arrived, I checked out my options and chose italo treno. THIS is the way to travel by train.

We all have assigned seats, no one is living in the luggage compartment. Although I was a bit hesitant (synonym for nervous…see Danita, I’m trying) to leave my bag so far away from me. 

The journey was to take 3 hours, stopping in Roma first. 

Arriving in Firenze, I walked to my new place. This one I had also not secured earlier, but looking at the map when I did, I was pretty sure I knew right where it was. 


Via Parione…right off  Via Tornabuoni and doors down from da Florence where I previously enjoyed aperitivo. Small, but a perfetto location until my 1st appartamento is reserved again. I rested here a bit doing some preliminary planning for when Avery arrives…I cannot wait!!

I cleaned up for dinner and read about a trattoria near me on yelp.   Since I had turned my phone on for traveling, I called to make a reservation. The gentleman on the line told me it was too difficult now to make a reservation as they were very busy. He advised I come over and wait. So I headed out. When I walked in and said, “Tavalo per una per favore”, he said pointing with a big smile, “Oh…eeetttaaaa eeesssa you!”  A table was ready right away. 


After dinner, I just roamed. The breeze was nice and coolish, la Luna was rising…

I had thought it was going to be difficult leaving the sea for the city, but after a perfetto passeggiata in Firenze…


I realize differently. 

By the way…Fall is all about fur according to Prada…

Walking by Palazzo Vecchio familiar music filled the air. ​

​I remember hearing this same guitarist playing this same song on a previous visit. Still just as pretty.  

Each night in luglio there is an outdoor movie in the corridor of the Uffizi.  Although I don’t stay for the entire movie, I am enamoured.  And yes…that is la Luna overhead. Bella, no?I make my way back home calling it a night well before most. 

Exploring Positano

My final day in Positano is solo. I have no plans I just decide to write and roam. 


I’ve had some great uffici, but this is my favorite yet. 


As Franco would say, the views here “crazy” me. 

Danita left a dress she bought here for me to enjoy, so after completing a post, I slip it on and slip out. 

No clue where I am headed, but I have not ventured up past last night’s restaurant. Andiamo!


Each twist and turn affords the most amazing views. In my head, all day, I kept saying, “I am crazied by this.”  I am not sure if it because I had no one to say it aloud to or being solo, you soak things in more. No matter the reason, Positano is simply breathtaking. 

I had noticed earlier there was a chiesa high up (see it with it’s duomo) we had not gotten to. Today’s the day. 


Oh gee look…altri passi…


Often in life, we are rewarded for our efforts.   You’ll see this piccolo piece of mosaic gracing mi casa walls soon. 

Well I reached the top and wouldn’t you know…chiuso. 

 Even if every chiesa and shop were closed today (as many are because it is Domenica and there is a festival tonight up the mountain), here, there is plenty to take in. 

And plenty of choices of places to roam. Having a car along the Amalfi would be quite an adventure!


Loved this shop…and the owner sleeping amidst the chaos. I just knew when I took the photo he would open un occhio…ma no. (I thought Tricia would especially like this one. I could hear her laugh as I snapped.)

This may be my fotographia preferita…Così italiano.

On the way down, I stop in to a spot Danita and I eyed yesterday.  From wares to decor to food, here, everything is done right. 


Still a bit bummed I didn’t drive a Fiat while here. Anyone interested in cooperative investment?

On my way back to the room, I grab dolce. Aren’t these so pretty!? And only 1€ each. A Positano deal for sure!


Inspired by the shop owner, I return to la terrazzo for a rest. 

After a little writing and a little resting, I repack readying myself for tomorrow’s departure. 

I decide to return to where we had dinner last night to enjoy a Bicchiere di vino rosso e tramonto. 

Tonight I chat with a young couple from New York on their honeymoon. Today they rented a kayak and made their way around the coastline. On my list when I return. 

Buona Notte Positano!

La Scogliera, The Cliffs

1:30 in the morning, knock at the door.  I barely stir.  I know Danita has been in and out or the room communicating with the luggage handler.  By the tone of her voice, the suitcase has finally arrived…and with a “RUSH” tag no less.  image

Last night, we scheduled our breakfast to be delivered at 9:00…and right on time, we are served on the terrazzo.

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“I  wish someone would  cut fruit up like this for me every day of my life.” Danita Jarreau

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There really are no words that can add to the photos.  Breakfast was quite an experience!

Nothing today can top this right?…

Luckily with the arrival of the suitcase, Danita will not be wearing sequins and bangles to the beach.  We grab our sunscreen, kindles and hats and head out.

Right when we step out to the via, we hear some musica…

In case you didn’t like that song or you just want to hear a bit more…follow me.  SInce we are both going down, we meet ancora.

As you can tell by the video, we did a quick scoot to get in front of the band.  Although they were stopping for a break, you never know when they could get the urge again and we’ve got a beach with our names on it.

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Danita recently planted a Bougainvillea at home, she wonders if it could ever look like this.

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When we arrive yesterday, this lovely, vine topped path was wall to wall people.

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We stroll down, down, down.  We’ve got our bearings now.  When we first arrived I thought I would never know where I had been or be able to figure out how to get back to the room…I have a totally different take on Positano now.  As I have always advised,one day at a spot is never enough to judge it accurately…I say three is the minimum.

Normally I would have been a bit nervous (Danita points out that I am “nervous” a lot…I need of think of a better word; anxious, expectant, apprehensive…I’ll work on that… oath the word and the emotion) regarding whether we would be in time to get a great spot at la spiaggia…but since we reserved our spots yesterday, all is good.

Benvenuto a la Scogliera…Antonio will show us to our spot.

Non male huh!?  Again, the little reserved sign with “Page” on it…too heavy for the suitcase.

When Antonio started pouring the water, hand behind the back and all…it cracked me up.   But, when at la Scogliera, we decide to enjoy all they have to offer.

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Danita was very excited about her first dip in the Mediterranean.


We both found handfuls of beautifully hued Sea Glass.


Later in the day, the cocktails did not disappoint.


The snack Antonio brought for aperitivo was the best “Beach Bite” I’ve ever had.


I got a Spritz Shot that rivals all others.


The sound of the sea rolling and crashing,  the vistas…

“Best day ever,” -Danita Jarreau

If you have plans to visit Positano, Insuggest starting a la Scogliera fund now. It is worth the extra euro, at least for one day. Just make it a day where you have nothing else planned.

As most good things, all too soon, it was time to go. We had our spot until the evening, but as Danita’s plans have changed, she needed to get back to Villa Yiara to pack. Her car was to pick her up at 19:00 to whisk her to Roma, catching an early morning flight tomorrow.

One last dinner together. Another great rec of Imara’s. 

Like these due bicchiere di vino, Danita and I have different qualities and notes to us, but are perfect table companions.

Our last meal in Italia introduced us to two new specialties.

The zuppa, pasta e fagioli con guanciale will fatto nelle nostre case.

As we said our Arrivederci, and Danita drove away, Il mio cuore era triste, but the memories we will share per sempre.

Arrivano Positano

Today we head further south to Positano, a highlight of the Amalfi Coast.  We are to board our ferry at 10:30, so getting packed and ready is not a rush.  We even return to Puro enjoying a fabulous croissant and cappuccino.

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Arriving at the port, we are ushered up to a little cafe and told to wait until our boat is called.  When we approached our table, I commented on the cute, little Peroni napkin holder.  Without skipping a beat, the waiter said, “I make-a you-a good price-a.”

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Each time he passed, he would tell me how easily I could slip it into my suitcase and take it home.  So tempting if the darn thing didn’t weigh so much.

While we sat…or let me say Danita sat and I kinda hovered, both wondered if we were indeed going to get called for our ferry.  One large group had already gotten up and left for their ferry, but our waiter said again as he passed, “Not-a you-a”.  Hhhhmmmm…I’m not so sure about-a that-a.  “Il conto per favore”.  WOW-a!  3euro bottle of water.  This was our first time we felt scammed.  We head down to the docks.  As we leave the cafe, we are told we are to meet our ferry at gate 3.  1/2 way down the docks, we are told to meet our ferry at gate 6.  A bit further down…gate 2.  At this point, we just follow the crowd waiting to get on the only boat…not really a ferry.

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We are about 6 or so people from boarding and the line stops moving.  A long phone conversation is had between a crew member and whoever is on the other end of the line.  It is obvious our boat is exceeding capacity…but hey, trains, buses, why not boats.   We are finally invited on board, squeezing past all the people who got up from the cafe before us.

With no other choice, I reluctantly leave my suitcase by the entrance of the boat and squeeze my way up top.  There is no way I can endure this ride crushed in the small, enclosed cabin area below.  I’m going to need some fresh air.

Up top, the early birds are sprawled out and comfortable.  I get it…they were here first, but slowly a few people start moving their legs off the ends of their lounge chairs allowing others to perch.  I decide to stay standing allowing a better vantage point for photos.  But after 30 minutes or so, I ask the 4 people on a 5-6 person cushioned bench, if they could possibly just allow me to sit on the very edge of their bench.  They simply stare.  A lady across says, “She’s small…she won’t take up much room.” And the two closest to me scoot…just a tad.  The other two…do not budge…not an inch.  The two who are taking up the most room on the whole boat, refuse to give an inch.

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Grumpy there was slathered in sunscreen, so I practiced this phrase.

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Danita wanted to translate, “Your face is going to freeze like that”, but she figured that bit of wisdom would have come too late.

The entire ride people around us were complaining the boat is over crowded and this isn’t even the correct ferry.  According to our tickets, we were to be on a bigger, faster ferry.  Again…a delayed arrival in Positano.  Buonvenuto Italai!

Once I got my perch, I was not concerned.  I just sat back (kinda) and took in the view.

 

I have been to Positano once, that is if you count a couple of hours during a bus excursion down the Amalfi Coast.  I was clueless how we were to negotiate this vertical city…with luggage.

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If you ever come to Positano, please learn from our experience.  When the Porters come by on their tiny “trucks” and ask if you want your luggage brought to your hotel, the correct answer is “Si.  Grazie Mille.”  If I knew now what I didn’t know then, I wouldn’t have lugged my suitcase up, up, up the first 70 or so stairs to the Chiesa.  Although Danita did not have her suitcase, she did have several overstuffed bags traveling like, in her words, “a little lady in Mexico”.

By the time we made it to the level at the Chiesa, we were hot, confused and speaking for myself…a little disheartened.  I thought perhaps I had made a mistake in adding Positano to the itinerary, Giada gushes aside.

We each have a brief phone conversation with our hotel, which was useless.  While Danita stands with our bags, I do a quick info gathering trek…I came back with no answers, but I show her a picture of a shirt I saw.

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Her response?  “You went shopping without me?!”

With no cars/taxis in sight…we continue to head up, up, up, dragging my suitcase through the throngs of tourist in these narrow, narrow passageways.

I am just about to give up, when we spot a taxi…Danita approaches the driver and she tells us she’s reserved but another will be here in 2 minutes.  Sure enough, minutes later, we are winding our way through Positano.

Months ago as we planned this trip, Danita took over securing our accommodations in Sorrento, Positano and Roma.  So she gets ALL the credit for Villa Yiara.

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Not only is Villa Yiara lovely, but Imara, the owner, is such a wonderful hostess.  She assisted us with numerous issues and gave perfect restaurant recommendations every time.  The Positano experience would not have been the same without her. Listening to her secure car transfers for us was like having our own Italian assistant while in Positano. Grazie Mille Imara!

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Now for some cibo and a little exploration.

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These are the FIRST set of steps (67 of them…I counted) we must go down each time we explore down from our room.  And of course, what goes down…must come up. Throughout our stay, we wonder how older people or those not in shape can visit Positano.

Imara’s first recommendation of Caffe Positano is a perfect one.  We have not eaten since our croissant and I vowed to go hearty.  Risotto con gameretti, pomodori e limon is my choice.  Danita chooses Fiori di Zucca Ripieni and a insalata

And like buoni amici, we share.

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The view breathtaking, the food wonderful and nourishing…we are revived.

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Luggage Update- Still not here…word is…it’s gone to Capri…most likely…

Our plan for Danita’s last day tomorrow is to spend it at la spiaggia.  But without a suit, Danita shops for one…and I am ever so helpful.

“Are you opposed to purple sequins?”…

“Yes.”

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“What about beads and sparkles?”…

“Not really…”

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The hunt continues.

Down near la spiaggia, I see this little girl dragging her bucket benind her…who needs a puppy when you’ve got a bucket…so cute.

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At la spiaggia, we scope out where we would like to spend our day tomorrow.

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Originally we would have probably spent at least two days at the beach, but since our plans have changed a bit…we decide to splurge on just the one.   Big reveal tomorrow.

On our way back up to Villa Yiarra, we stop choosing a bottiglie regionali di vino and plan to enjoy our terrazzo for the evening.

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But as la Luna rose, we toyed with the idea of going out to get a bite to eat.

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“Do you want to go eat?”

“No, let’s just stay in.”

Seconds pass…

OK…let’s go eat…

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Ci vediamo domani!