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Maiori & Positano Italy Day 6 - August 3, 2018

I started my morning with a walk into the town of Maiori where we were staying. The town was still pretty quiet with the shop keepers just getting set up.

Mediterranean Sea

I headed to the beach to put my feet in the Mediterranean Sea. The water was warm and clear. A few locals were already in the water but the tourists hadn’t yet begun to occupy the rows of beach chairs. The sand is dark unlike our Southern California beach sand. I learned later that the black color comes lava rock.

I walked back through the main boulevard trying to capture everything I saw.

Fresh fish and veggies were plentiful. One vendor sold veggies out of his truck parked on the side of a crowded road.

Next up was a a short but crazy bus ride up the coast to visit Positano. the concepts of “lanes” and rules of “Overtaking and passing” are quaint suggestions in Italy.

Drive to Positano

Our bus encountered another bus who’s driver was just inches from my window. With a little forward and backward maneuvering we managed to pass each other.

The locals call the above image “Madonna of the rock.” Judges might have accepted “Lawnmower foot,” but we digress.

We arrived in Positano safely and started with some window shopping and a visit to the church.

After the church visit we slowly walked down towards the water enjoying the sites of the vertical town.

At the bottom we found a shady spot to rest with great views in both directions.

Positano Public Beach

By the time we arrived, the public beach was crowded, and the paid lounge areas were rapidly filling up.

Like the road sharing practices, Italians have a much more restrictive concept of “personal space.” This would never fly at Moonlight Beach.

So often it felt like we had walked into paintings, the scenery and surroundings were so colorful and beautiful.

Our afternoon was divided by a forceful thunderstorm. After the downpour, we ventured out for dinner. We visited a couple of small churches in Maiori, which at 5:30 pm on Friday apparently involves some form of sung devotion which was beautiful but unrecognized. Unfortunately we were still on our U.S. eating schedule, and found that most restaurants in town weren’t quite ready to ramp up for dinner.

We found a welcoming place which was run by a multi-generational family. Theresa’s lemon ravioli was unexpectedly delightful. It was complimented by watching the family interact. Clearly, grandmother and her dog were in charge.

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