Travel Blogs from Praiano
... in front of the Sea. From there we entered the Grotto, hopped in a little row boat and our Guide rowed us around the Grotto. It was very beautiful, crystal clear, sparkling, emerald coloured water, some stalactites and stalagmites and that was about it ! Onwards from there to a little Bar for some Bruschetta and a drink and a lovely chat on the phone with Rachel, Craig and Reub's. We enquired with the owner of the bar as to ...
... so narrow and then bends so tight that on every corner the bus has to toot to ensure we are not going to have a head on collision... most people get the rules of these roads but not the foreign tourists that have hired a flash little convertible or scooter... there were some very close calls and while it meant for a slow hot journey it was a beautiful one! I arrived in Amalfi and have to change buses, Amalfi was packed to the rim I was quite ...
... a shop that had ceramics that I saw the day before and Steve didn't mind going there so of course we got into the bad traffic again. Two buses going through a tunnel (they are everywhere) at the same time makes for dramatic driving LOL.
We really didn't mind driving in Italy - they are crazy at times (especially the scooters) but they really are quite relaxed - they toot the horns but usually just to let ...
... a huge serving of pasta with tuna, chilli, tomato and olives I watch the lighting of the candles and the fire dancing show. It is indeed spectacular, so I'm pleased that I did get to view this, as it only has a few nights left.
Patricia (who manages Casa Privata) and I have planned to awake early tomorrow, 4.45, and walk the Sentiero degli dei (Path of the Gods). So I set alarm and mentally prepare myself for the zillions of steps!!
Amalfi, Ravello, and Pasta
After a typical European breakfast in
our Italian boutique hotel (40 rooms), we went on an excursion with a
guide to the coastal towns south of Praiano: Amalfi and Ravello. We
visited the Villa Rufolo, the St. Andrew's Duomo, and a wine factory,
where Cheryl and Leslie bought wine. The owner, an older gentleman,
was quite taken with Leslie after she gave him a kiss, and he gave