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!

Il Morso del Brunch

OK… I know this is out of order, because by the blog we are about to arrive in Positano, but in real time…I’m back at ditta Artigianale in Firenze.
And because today is a holiday, and I know you have time to make yourself a nice breakfast…here’s what I want you to do.

* Slice two thick pieces of a good Tuscan pane you have. Lightly toast, drizzle with a bit of your best Extra Virgin Tuscan Olive Oil.
* Grab some ripe, cherry tomatoes, cut in half, crush and smear across your toast.
* Out of the fridge, grab that yummy, creamy pesto you made the other day, the fresh burrata and the arugula. Oh wait…also 2 or 3 slices of prosciutto crudo.
* Add a little arugula on the toast for color and crunch.
* Place the prosciutto lovingly atop.
* Now give yourself a generous portion of the pesto and burrata, you’ll want enough to savor some with each bite.

Buon Appetito!

Croutons con pomodoro struts into, prosciutto crudo, burratina e pesto.

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Seeing Sorrento

We are in Sorrento for only one day so we decide to forgo sunbathing, opting for seeing as much of the town as we can.

I came to Sorrento for tre notti in 2013. Although I have some sweet memories from here; the best pizza ever, the red lanterns floating up to the heavens, sitting on the roof top terrazzo of my B&B…at the time, I thought I would not return. And I think I have already mentioned, Danita and I come to the same consensus this time. It is busy and very touristy.

So you are now probably asking yourself, “Then why DID she return?” It was not on my original 2017 agenda, Positano was, and when Danita joined in the fun, I thought it might be a good idea to break up our trek…so, join us for a day in Sorrento.

Just off the palazzo where our room is, there is a newish caffe shop, Puro.

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We make our office here (not in the swings) while I write and Danita follows up on her luggage. It is suppose to arrive this evening…

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After a couple of cappuccinos, we go back to the room and clean up.

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Today, our model is wearing AnotherPaige.

There are several places from my 2013 visit I would like to share…most have to do with food.

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Artis Domus stuck in my head like few others places have. And it is not because of the food here…I think I had a birra. It is because of the building and decor.

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I have fantasized about buying that 2 story rock house on the corner of Austin and Adams, across from Market Platz, and turning it into my version of this. A coffee shop, small bakery and when I felt like it, a bar with aperitivo. I even had a name for it…A A Meeting…you know A like in Austin and A like in Adams…
The funny thing is as we are approaching it, a couple stops us and asks if we have been in there. I tell him I had a few years ago. They are ga-ga over it just as I was and recommend we go by again. Certo.
We make reservations to return for dinner…most likely.

Right now, pranzo is on our minds. We wind our way to another favorite spot,

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You might remember this tunnel (and my hesitancy to enter) from my last visit to Trattoria da Emilia located in Marina Grande.

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We order another Caprese and I can’t be here, right on the water, without getting a specialty of the Casa…Acciughe Fritte…

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Danita was kinda disgusted by them, but I got her to take a tiny little taste. I thought they were molto buono! We left no room for dolce even though there were several in la cucina that looked delizioso…I was tempted to order a Tiramisu because Daddy really wants me to have one for him…luckily the English guy beside us ordered one…AND he let me take a picture before,

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and after,

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Marina Grande is not to be missed if you are visiting Sorrento. It is a small, very authentic fishing village, where people carry on family traditions generation after generation…case in point…

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Leaving Marina Grande we take it in its sights…

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winding our way back to a ceramicist shop we found earlier.

We each choose several one-of-a-kind pieces and have an interesting discussion regarding having them shipped home. We watch as they are carefully bubble wrapped and cannot wait until they reach Fredericksburg..most likely.

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Oh…by the way…I guess I have not updated you on Danita’s luggage…not here yet…So any shopping she is doing is on a MUST NEED basis…

We go over to the lookout point above the sunning piers. The vistas from here are amazing.

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We have encounter from a funny uomo at a men’s shop. He does a little jig to show us how comfortable the moccasins are he designed. We buy each of our sons a pair. They are really great looking. We especially like the “ascot” detail…his idea he reminds us.

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As I am leaning over to take the shot of the shoes, first taking them out of the bag, then out of the box, unwrapping them…finding the right spot along the busy street…I hear an English accent say, “Is there ANYTHING you do not photograph?” I whirl around and it’s Tiramisu from Emilia’s. Laughing, I tell him, “No…not much.” This encounter makes me giggle for a while.

20170702-192553-69953080.jpg. See…I looked at this sign, liked it, walked a few steps, then went back to take a photograph of it. I think Danita needs this for her ufficio.

Around 18:00…we think it is time for a cocktail…and we know just where to find the one we want. Andiamo! To D’Anton.

Last night when we were here, we went on and on to Gabriel and his girlfriend on how wonderful this cocktail was. We asked for the recipe and he gave us everything but the “secret ingredient”…that even he does not know…yeah right…
On my way to the bagno, I tried to scope it out. I saw the bartender pouring something from a small bottle wrapped in paper. During the day today, we would walk into enotecas and look for just that, a small bottle wrapped in paper. No luck. For a while, we thought Tiramisu English man had cracked the code when he mentioned he went to a Limoncello factory and there was melon flavored limoncello there that was a pinkish color. But after further research, that didn’t make sense because it has a milky consistency and the “secret ingredient” didn’t…it just kinda added a pinkish hue to the top of the cocktail. As we left yesterday, we told Gabriel we would be back and he told us he would give us a hint then…Yes, I know…that totally discredits the “I don’t-a even-a know-a” line. Anyway…you know us…and we WILL find out.

Enter D’Anton. Tonight, we are waited on by Francesca, Gabriel’s sorella. Order due Limoncello Cocktails…and they arrive with no pinkish hue. I tell Danita, “There’s no secret ingredient”, she responds flatly, “I know”…I push my chair back, glass in hand and head for the bar. The girl recognizes me from last night and says, “I know-a…I forgot-a…I bring-a to table.” Secret solved!

To make this cocktail at tu casa, you will
Gin, and if you want to go all the way, your gin of choice will be-

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Limoncello, Juice of a Limon, Basil Leaf, Twist of a Limon and….

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Angostura Bitters…a splash of Secret Ingredient.

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Grazie Mille Gabriel e Francesca!

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