Arriving a day earlier than Al and Ellen, Jon and I stayed in a wonderful Villa hotel in Frascati outside of Rome. How much fun to have the vision of hindsight and to know that one day I would get a call from Diana asking if we had stayed there as she was doing a translation for an Italian website about this same hotel.
It is evident they lived well in their time. Marble door surrounds for example.
Positano. Touristy- yes ,beautiful beyond words-yes. It is no wonder people flock here. The simple act of eating breakfast on a breathtaking terrace elevates living to a new level.
One must find humor where one can and people watching is the best. Oh that is Al on right.
Even an alley is a garden
Mea Culpa but this is one of my favorite pictures. Got this family pegged.
There are so many flowers it is hard not to become blase
Brad meets us in Chianti for a wine tasting and lunch at
Then lunch with Bunkey and Marco who having been storing our wine.
Brad is filling olive oil bottles to bring home. Best crop they ever had
Quite a few lemoncello bottles being packed also. Homemade is the best.
This trip ends in Rome again and it was hot and miserable but still special.
