too many pictures, not enough words

Here I am in Positano.
It's monday already and I know I haven't posted nearly enough.
I still don't have a lot to tell, but I have so much to show you.




In Naples, Paola took us to the supermarket for wine. I think that's where I started falling in love with Brizio. He's very much like Youngest, Brizio, small and dark and very funny.
He speaks beautiful English and when I ask him how to say something in Italian he says:
In Italian? with a slightly sassy attitude.
There are locks on the fence rails in Naples, it's from a movie, Paola tells us - lovers locks them on fences to show their undying affection. Or something. It's romantic! It's Italy.




It \is a very long walk from point A: The Perfume shop, to B: Torre Sponda. And, depending on the time of day or night, you must remember where Paola told you all the light switches and locks are.
Make a right by Pan -




Or, he may be on the left side of the street that day...





Follow the Porter Paola has called. He'll be walking very very fast with your three bags, weighing in at just under 150 pounds, ON HIS HEAD.




The street is marked private and is hardly a street at all.




Walk down the incline - had too much to drink? Maybe you'll want to take off your heels.




It's very dark. Try to forget the story you heard about a boy falling over the rail as there are four levels of homes and hotels stacked beneath you to the right.





Go down some steps but don't turn - that nice house isn't yours.




Down more steps, through the alley with the vines - look for another light switch and come to the gate. Try to remember which of the 6 keys to use to open the iron gate.




Walk another alley and pass the little bridge that goes to the roof of the tower.



This is where the snake lives. I think.



Walk down more stairs, figure out which key opens THIS gate and FINALLY you are there.




The tower is wonderful, with shuttered windows overlooking breathtaking views of the harbor and sea.




The bed has curtains, there is a second building with another bath and sitting room and kitchen, three patios, an outdoor shower and a secret, hidden, blue blue pool.
Of course, getting to the pool is an adventure too -

Down some stairs, around a corner, down a long alley, more stairs, stairs again, and then you come to a gate. More keys, and you're in.





Want to go to the private beach? You are about a third of the way there....more stairs, more walkways, another alley or two and down a steep steep flight.



If you decide to go to the beach, better make sure you have all your things because you won't be able to go back for a forgotten book or towel.


We've had one lovely dinner alone and one with Paola and her family during which I gave Brizio far too many Spiderman presents and overwhelmed the poor child.


We spent Monday on the boat with P and B and swam and saw the sights and came in for pizza and went back out to the beach. B is like Youngest so much - he spent hours in the water and brought me handful after handful of stones and beach glass treasure.

Tomorrow we will pick up a scooter and go exploring out of town.
But now, I am going to post this so I don't fall asleep - my body clock is screwy and I have had a hard time falling asleep.