Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Camelot on the Italian Coast

Positano:  A Place

The Amalfi Coast is not a place that does anything.  It exists solely for people to enjoy.

To eat the bread, with the olive oil and a little salt and not gain weight.

The smell of the lemon trees that never dull.

To eat the pasta, big heaping plates al dente with a pile of grilled fish and not get fat.  Or even full.

To do nothing and not feel guilty.

To sleep late and know you are missing nothing.

The boats sway as if on a timer.  

The birds and insects sing together, an orchestra conducted by nature.
The only thing that takes away are the unfortunate bathing suit choices of the men.





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