finally, Positano

I am sitting at the dining room table.
Outside, somewhere, someone is singing deep tenor Italian, with great gusto. I have no idea what time it is - the computer says 5:01, but certainly that is not the time in Positano.
I have just eaten fish like I have never eaten, braised slowly, filleted perfectly, perfumed gently - and I don't really ever eat fish. For this fish, I would fly around the world.
And I did.
We only got here today and we have had the best coffee, two cornettos (sp?) and chocolate gellato.
We have climbed up and down a thousand steps, we have entertained Brizio and been greatly entertained by him.
We have met Nona and Papa and Gin and Tonic (kittens).
I only slept a little bit on the plane but fell asleep in a ten Euro chair at the beach, listening to the ocean lap gently on the smooth black stones. I never sleep on the beach.
There was a slight urgency in everything we did today - even if we concentrated on relaxing - as though we had to accomplish all of it in 48 hours.

After an incredible meal at Paola's unbelievably beautiful home I found myself asking: did we only just get here today?
It feels like we've been here much longer.

Tomorrow we will breath more deeply and try not to work to relax.
We'll go to the beach again, we'll eat more amazing food and be on vacation.

I have so much to show you and so much to say. But it's 5:10 now and I've got to go to bed.