until the end

The other half of my Positano pictures...




K did his usual early morning photo walks. He took this.
And this -



You know which photos are mine.





Even though all the houses are stacked vertically, it doesn't feel like a city.



This is one of the walls on the roof of the tower.



And this was on the floor. Paola said it was used to pour hot oil on attackers, which freaked me out a little.



Another view of the rooftop and the bridge leading to it, which is right across from this -



We had a quiet dinner alone on the first night and crashed into bed. We slept until 11 in the morning. I don't think we've ever done that.



Aren't Euros pretty?



Italian breakfast is nice. Really nice.

But dinner on the second day, without my camera, was gorgeous. We sat in a candlelit courtyard with Paola and her family, eating incredible food, hearing a wedding party across the garden and soaking it all in. It was just spectacular.

The next day, Paola took us out on a boat tour.



It was landscape like no other.



Can you see the face in the rocks?

Paola was an incredible pilot and guide.



We saw amazing sights.

At their favorite spot, Paola anchored the boat and Brizio went off to play on his raft. He brought many handfuls of rocks to me, swimming from the shore to the boat with his little fists clenched full of them.



K did some playing too.





Sometimes boys scare me.



The beach at the Torre from the boat.



We got hungry and went back to town...



The town beach.

We chose a semi shaded spot for pizza and beer.
Paola ate like a lady and had grilled veg - but not the rest of us.
I wolfed down a wonderful pizza sitting next to my Italian boyfriend.






Tired from our adventures at sea, we parted company.
We talked a lot about our plans to have dinner at Paola's home the next night. Fabio was arranging for fresh fish from a friend who is a fisherman, we would have the honor of meeting Paola's parents and we were very excited about experiencing real life in Positano with people who had become special to us.

After refreshing ourselves back at our beautiful lodgings -



And making photo notes of Positano style and decor -



I decided to walk (read: climb) to the wifi spot to post.
I saw the snake which scared me to death, had a major breakdown, and K worked to settle my nerves.

We decided on a lighter dinner, and sufficiently fortified, we walked the long path to the top of the town for a meal of pasta at a street side cafe.
And when I say street side, I REALLY MEAN IN THE STREET.



Our table was up against the restaurant. K's back was to the traffic and buses and cars passed withing feet of him - which was quite a thrill...



We had seafood and pasta.
K loved his tiny shrimp.



And, over our heads, an extraordinary storm rolled in.
As the rain started to fall we made our way, gingerly, back to the tower.
We spent a long time squished on the tiny balcony watching the spectacular lightning.
The power went off a few times, there were lots of candles and it was an incredible night.



(picture by Fabio, from Paola's side of town!)

We slept very well - and then got the call from Middle that Youngest had been taken to the hospital.
I spoke to the specialist and he told me he'd meet Youngest at the hospital and operate.
We spoke to Paola and she dropped everything to get us home.
K ran out for some food for us while I packed.





I left a stone on the mantle where others had done the same.

Dozens of phone calls later,



it was all like a sweet dream.



And here we are.
Our plan is to return to Italy as a family.

A taste of Positano is not enough.
We are big eaters.