If there is a theme to our visit to the Amalfi Coast, it would
have to be "piano, piano." I have studied Italian, but I had not
heard that phrase before. It was our driver, Inna (pronounced Ee-nuh), who
acquainted us with the saying. Although "piano" means floor in
Italian, in this instance it's more like the musical term pianissimo (very
softly) to mean take it softly, slowly, or bit by bit.
We hired Inna to give us a tour of the Amalfi Coast and then drop us at our
rented apartment in the small town of Praiano. Inna, who was born in
Russia, remarked that when she first moved to Sorrento, "I heard 'piano,
piano' a lot, because I'm Russian, and I'm excitable."
Inna was a perfect driver for the twisting road along the Amalfi Coast. Although she is petite, she does not tolerate any nonsense from the male taxi drivers (in spite of "piano, piano") and we liked that! She's used to negotiating the tough conditions on the drive.
Along the way, there were views of towns, like Positano, that
tumble down the hills, the houses like cascades, where streets are steps that
often end in a maze of passageways, and shops spill out their wares for the
tourists.
We visited Ravello, high above the sea, where Inna reserved a
place for us at a restaurant with (of course) a view. The food was delicious
and picturesque too!
An incident occurred in Ravello that will stay in my mind. We were
walking along iin front of the church, when suddenly, I noticed that everyone
had stopped. I looked up and saw a hearse. I have no idea whether the person
who died was young or old, rich or poor. But as the pallbearers carried the
casket up the steps, the crowd fell silent. Both locals and tourists stood and
honored the moment. Not one person made a sound. I thought that was
extraordinary.
Later, Inna delivered us to a spot near our apartment in the village of
Praiano. We had to walk up the street to get to our lodging, because we were on
a pedestrian-only street (though motorcycles could use it). The apartment must
have belonged to the owner's grandmother. It seemed like a Nonna's apartment,
and I loved it! The terrace provided a relaxing spot for coffee and limoncello,
with a view of the sea.
From Praiano, we took the bus to Positano and Amalfi. In Positano,
we visited one of the "leading hotels of the world," Le
Sirenuse," because Shirley's niece, who works in public relations, had
written an article about the hotel that was very well received. It is a
beautiful hotel, if a bit above our budget.
Earlier, in the day we had explored Amalfi too, buying some of their famous paper. Kevin and Shirley also visited the church, which sadly, I missed because my knee was bothering me, and I just couldn't make myself walk up another set of steps! They said the interior was impressive.
There is so much more I could say--how we poked around the towns,
savoring the meals, and finding delightful little places to sit and observe the
scene. But mostly, when it comes to the Amalfi Coast, it's sharing the
experience with Kevin and Shirley and taking in the stunning views that I will
recall. Along perhaps, with Inna and "piano, piano."
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