Amalfi (6 October -- 11 October)

 

After the farm, Baghdad would have seemed like a nice way to spend a few days, but I have a feeling Amalfi would have held its own without the flying excrement torture. The way the town (and all of the towns on the Amalfi Coast) was stacked up and perched on the side of serious vertical was unbelievable; every bit of the valley the town inhabited was terraced and had lemon orchards and there were innumerable steps (many of which Amy and I took) that led to nowhere and to everywhere. We had an 8-hour hike around the valley that we thought we would never come back from, the best lunch possible from da Vincenzo in Positano (grilled octopus and deep-fried artichoke, frutta de mare fritta, and a nice regional white wine), and some beach time doing a lot of nothing.