Positano

Arrived by private car into Positano, Italy from Naples. The drive here is amazing. The road drops off to the water at amazing heights along the serpentine path. Olive trees line the road in places. Top speed along much of the trek is no more than 20 mph.

To quote the DK guide:

Known for decades as a smart playground for the wealthy, famous and decadent, postiano is an astonishingly vertical town in shades of pink and other faded pastels. Only one street snakes its way down and up…the rest are stairs.

That’s really the truth. The town is built right into the cliff here along the Amalfi coast. The stairs are a workout no matte where you want to go.

I dropped by the deli where I bought all my food the last time I stayed here and the lady slowly remembered me from last year. She happily sold me supplies for making bruscetta, some mozzerella (Jill says that’s how to spell it), some local figs and wine..and a watermellon Breezer.

Me in front of the deli after hours.  Steps are EVERYWHERE in Positano

Our first night we all went out to dinner at a roadside café above town with full views of the sea and town below. My favorite restaurant from the last trip here.
The second night Jill and I cooked for George and ‘Ofa. Jill made roasted fennel, tomatoes, beans and garlic. I made bruscetta and pasta sauce. We started eating at 1 am and finished at 4:30…just a few hours later, after a nightcap of lemoncello, George and I were the only ones awake to watch the morning sun rise and gently illuminate the soft colors of the town…

The days here are are spent leisurely enjoying the small-town atmosphere and sweeping sea views from our huge, grassy deck. We did some kayaking and visited a grotto and jumped off some of the rocks into the warm, salty water.

Jill kayaks like a maniac…she called it her 30-foot radius of danger…the region inside of which, you were sure to collide with her at crazy velocity. Call her the spinner…you could turn back to look at her and she could be facing any direction at all…paddling frantically to get back to the right direction…

I spent all of today on the deck playing guitar and eating amazing cheese, bread and drinking wine…there is something so special about the little town; a magic that surrounds it.

If someone has the time to find a link of a picture of the town, please post it as a comment.
All the best!!!!

-having the time of my life…still.

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