Thursday June 2
Today was a warm sunny day so I went to the beach. Since it’s a holiday, more local people were there and I loved watching them. The young men, maybe 18 or 20 years old, were singing. Italians love to sing, and although I was too young to remember, my older cousin John reminds me that my grandfather used to love to sing.
The water was refreshing, even though the beaches on the Amalfi Coast are not sandy, but rocky instead. They are made of stones, so I needed my sandals to walk to the water. These hardy Italians are used to it and walk barefoot.
I still love the scene of a beach surrounded by mountains of rock that come right down into the ocean. It is an awesome sight, like a postcard, as Pasquale from the ceramics shop so accurately described.
I had another salami panini and a plum on the beach, but this time I went to an alimentaria, and the shopowner made the panini with great care and pride. I had to tell him to make it piccolo, or he would have piled a quarter pound of salami on it.
The thing I like about the small shops in these towns is that most are run by their owners. The difference is very noticeable, as they take great pride in what they are doing. They make sure the entry to their shops is swept, they greet you and they are smiling as they are preparing something for you. Even the wrapping is not simple, as they carefully package something and tape it closed, sometimes even placing it into another bag. It’s the little things that make such a difference.