We have settled nicely into our Italian villa. (I have always wanted to say that).
I must admit, I am feeling like I am living a bit of a dream. This place is amazing.
Early this morning, I hiked the 100 steps up the narrow pathway to the street and bought fresh eggs and fruit for our breakfast. I came back to our new home… turned on some classical Italian music, and enjoyed cooking in my Italian kitchen. Maria, the housekeeper, showed us how to make espresso the Italian way. I haven’t used one of these before. I am as happy as a clam today.
My husband, in his blunt fashion, told her it was a butt bath and she belly laughed. I am happy to see her feeling better. The poor girl had a rough day yesterday.
The flat tire of yesterday is a faint memory.
It’s a good day in Positano.
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