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The pretty girl visited the shop run by the wicked shopkeeper and discovered that the wicked shopkeeper was, in fact, her fairy godmother and had many, many magically beautiful dresses. So many in fact that the pretty girl couldn’t decide … Continue reading
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For our visitor’s final day in Italy, we visited Pompeii, one of the three towns destroyed by the eruption of Mt Vesuvius in 79 AD. What sets Pompeii apart from other roman ruins is the fact that the eruption buried … Continue reading
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On Sunday we took our visitors to Amalfi and Ravello. This a drive of only 25kms from Positano but it takes the best part of 50 minutes given the narrow winding road along the coast. You pass through picturesque villages … Continue reading
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For the past few days Villa Greta has been a full house. Our friend from the UK, Gill, and her folks from New Zealand jetted in from the UK on Friday night and we spent the weekend on and around … Continue reading
You can always tell when the girls feel at home. They start barking at everyone walking past and go nuts when anyone visits. Based on this, as of last Wednesday Villa Greta became “our place”. For the next few weeks anyway.
The next day the pretty girl and her handsome husband set off early to visit the shop with the magically beautiful dress. Once again the wicked owner was not there and the shop door was locked. The girl’s heart was filled with sadness. “Alas, will I never get to wear the dress?” she said. As she turned to walk away she noticed a small note taped to the door. It was a phone number. At last a way to contact the wicked shop owner.
The pretty girl reached for her trusty iPhone and called the number. It rang and rang and rang. Just as the girl was about to hang up, the phone was answered. Oh happiness, the pretty girl listened to the shop owner and the reason for the closed shop was explained.
The owner had another shop in the little village of Positano. It was nearby and the pretty girl could find the magically beautiful dress there. Oh joy. At last the dress was within her reach. It was meant to be.
But this is not the end of our tale, because nothing in the magical kingdom of Italia is ever that simple.
As she walked to the new shop the pretty girl passed another dress shop and in the window saw another dress. It was a dress of green. It was long and cosy. The pretty girl thought it would keep her warm on the long winter evenings that were fast approaching, something the magically beautiful dress would not do. She tried on the dress of green. The fit was perfect. Everyone in the shop agreed the fit was perfect and that the pretty girl looked even prettier in the new dress.
The pretty girl was torn. What of the magically beautiful dress? Was it not meant to be? Was it more beautiful and magical than the dress of green?
She decided to do what she always did when this happened – have a glass of wine and a fag and think about it.
To be continued…
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Italy came off daylight saving on Sunday and the days got an hour shorter. It was already getting dark at 7pm, so suddenly the days got dramatically shorter. The change meant that Positano beach and village lose the sun around … Continue reading
This weekend we will have visitors staying with us at Villa Greta. Our friend Gill from the UK is flying in for the weekend with her Mum and her Mum’s husband Allan from New Zealand who are on their first trip to Europe. Positano is their first stop outside the UK and the trio fly into Naples airport on Friday evening and stay until Monday.
With so many things to see and do and so little time, picking the best activities is critical. At this stage there is definitely a trip to Pompeii on the cards. A walk around Positano is a must and a trip down the coast to Ravello or Amalfi is a good way to see the local area. But beyond that the weekend is an unwritten story.
Suggestions anyone?
… you check out how busy the beach is.
Positano in summer
Positano in autumn
With space at a premium on the drive to Positano, we had to find room for the girls in amongst the vast quantity of luggage we had filled the car with. Daisy travelled in style in the back seat on a stack of blankets and pillows which raised her to around window height. Great for her as she had a view of every person, car or bike we passed, but bad for us as she barked at every person, car or bike we passed.
Poppie travelled in the front on the knee of the lucky passenger. Poppie has eaten well in Italy and her current weight of 7.2kgs does, after a few kilometers become quite heavy. This necessitated regular stops to allow the poor passenger to regain some degree of feeling in their lower legs.
Oh the glamour of travel.
La dolce far niente 