Sorrento
Early morning Sorrento sounds heard while still in bed. Doors opening and closing in the Bed and Breakfast. Car tires squishing up a wet road, then cresting the hill and speeding down and quickly vanishing. Little dog barks: “Get away from me! Leave me alone! If you don’t get away right now I will bite!” Motor scooters slowly whine up the hill rising to a crescendo, then changing pitch as they slowly drone on down. Big dog barking: “I’m here!” “Shut up!” Italian voices briefly heard as fast steps quickly come and go. “Click-click-click-click” of three inch heels on the cement outside the window. A motorcycle splits the morning, shifts gears and then slowly disappears.


Several very deep gorges slice into the town and the vegetation is almost tropical. Lantana, palm trees, great numbers of lemon trees. That seems unreal for 40 degrees north latitude. Cars park partly on sidewalks when you get out of downtown with two wheels in the gutter. If you step carefully you might avoid stepping in dog doo. Lots of cigarette smoke/gas. There is a feeling that you are paying a lot of money to see a second-rate copy of a second class show that you signed up for by accident. So the villa was wonderful and the day trips were good. The food was OK but not close to that we experienced in the northern part of Italy.
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