Fontana Amalfi

OK, so we're living on an Olive Farm for a while now.<br>Bohemian? Yes<br>Practical? Only when its sunny and only when its not olive picking season.<br>So what season is it now? Olive picking and its raining.<br><br>Welcome to our own little corner of Glastonbury<br>

Since it was raining in Sorrento I decided to skip the Amalfi coast and Capri. With my extra time I wanted to hit the pizza place Di Matteo that was supposedly better than Da Michele. You know me, I'm an equal opportunity pizza eater. I have no loyalties except to whomever serves up the best pie.<br><br>The reason why I hadn't tried Di Matteo previously was because I thought it was only take-away. I walked all around the perimeter of the restaurant before and couldn't see any ...

From Rome we headed south to Positano. Once in Sorento we hired a cab to take us the rest away the way, along a very narrow winding road about 150 meters above the sea. For this driver the lines dividing the highway were merely suggestions and blind corners ************cern. The views were spectacular, however the cliff edge road ...

Stayed in a small town south of Naples (Vico Enquense) which was right on the water (in a rather remote cove). We rented an apartment for the week which was part of a hotel complex. At the beginning of our trip, we met Tony (from Jersey City) who was from Vico and told us where to get the best pizza and his wife was from Sorrento (which is just south of Vico) so we had some ...

... cross and then followed them.<br><br>The CitySightseeing buses were a great way to view the city in a short period of time. As the bus navigated around the city streets, we noticed that the car of choice was the smart car. Good thing! I could not imagine driving anything larger in this city! Parking was a premium everywhere! Anywhere you could find enough space the size of a throw rug, you ...

After recovering for the last few days today we decided to do the Amalfi coast. Upon arriving at the bus stop it appeared that every man, woman, child and dog had had the same idea as us. The queue was curving around the corner. We watched two buses pull up and leave before we were able to make it onto the third one. <br><br>For the next hour and a half we drove through some of the most dramatic scenery Italy has to offer. Bending and swerving through the ...

... to avoid another 20 minutes on the bus. Good thing we didn't, since by the time the bus departed, there were two busloads of people with only one bus. The other people had to wait 30 minutes to catch the next bus. On the way to Positano, the bus made several stops with more and more people getting on. Now it's packed with people standing in the middle and as we ...

... me a quiet place to spend that night. The rocky earth lunged upward from the cool blue sea at the steepest habitable angle possible. Cars inched into precise position on the tight roads so our bus could exhale and manouevre past, as we passengers peeked straight down at the distant, depth-less water. The land barely offered a roost where one wouldn´t just tumble off. Brick, village houses or old, hilltop churches, or town buildings with pedestrian ...

... and screamed, filled with the excitement of the night. It was one of those moments that you can't believe is actually happening - but it was, and all my senses were alive. Back on shore, however, reality smacked us right in the face. Eef's purse had been snatched with all her money, her cards, phone, and camera inside. The mood changed instantly to one of desperation and chaos. We were too drunk and the happy crowd now seemed just a little menacing. I didn't ...

... another box of stuff to send back to Naomi and then took it and the panniers/helmets to the Post Office. For some strange reason the post office could not accept parcels after 11am. [I think she was making it up because she didn't want to figure out how to send a huge box to Switzerland when the ignorant Aussies spoke no Italian].