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We found that the Italians answer their telephones by saying ‘pronto’ which sounded odd, instead of the traditional ‘hall lo’ as in the other countries.Each evening we discovered in these Italian towns, from exactly 630 pm until 800 pm, most folks (the Italians) cleanup, dress up, and do their evening strolls (passeggio) along the town’s boardwalk or main little street, socializing and stopping for chats and gelatos. It seemed to be the men with men doing their loud talking, arms flailing all directions; and the women with the children and some other women. I liked the young pretty Italian women in tight slacks, high heels, and low cut tops. Everyone was so friendly with what seemed to be hundreds of “Buona Sera’s”.
We usually had a glass (meaning small bottle) of wine and sat somewhere along the way and just watched such a beautiful and relaxing setting. The days were hot in the mid 80’s, but cooled nicely at nights. At 830 pm, everyone seems to take off to eat at their homes, or stop at the outside tables at trattorias and pizzerias; many times we just picked up bread/ham/cheese/ wine, and then ate on our balcony or on a park bench near the water. Italian life was so good. The same day type of plan worked in Paris for us. Joan who hadn’t eaten any ham in 20+ years, started on day-one of this trip with some shaved Prosciutto, and had some type of ham on 12 out of the 14 days we were over there. Go figure.By this time on our first trip to Rome and beyond, we had to forget our original plans to visit the Isle of Capri, Sorrento, and a trip into Pompeii to see Mount Vesuvius. We just plain ran out of time. So on our newly revised leisurely drive out of Amalfi trying to get back towards Roma, we find a sign for a seaside town of Maiore. This turned out to be a fabulous little beach resort town. The goofy part of this is day is that while we thought we spent the afternoon in the town of Maiori because that was the only sign we ever saw, we were really in the town of Minori!
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|  | The beautiful beach of Minori occupies the whole small bay between the promontories that have some fortified towers right on the seashore line. This divides the town from Maiori and the opposite cape which is covered by the houses and noble palaces of the historic centre. In the middle of the beach there is a small quay which includes a landing point for hydrofoils and the landing of helicopters. Behind the beach, is the beautiful tree-lined promenade where we had our famous picnic lunch. |
| | We poked around the town and found a tiny little walkway street not wide enough for cars and come upon a open door way with only beads hanging down on it. We go inside slowly and find its a little lunch place where you order from the counter case. We negotiate a pizza Margherita, ˝ rotisserie chicken, rosemary potatoes, and 4 cold local beers (Nastro Azzurro). We ordered it ‘portare’ (to go). Now we are all set and Jovanna announces she needs a toilette as we are standing at the counter. We asked the owner and the guy whistles upstairs, and then sends Jovanna up into their home to use their toilet. Now, I am getting kind of worried because it seems to be taking quite long, but she reappears and seems relieved. Not to worry, I am told. We take our bags of lunch items and head down to the sea walk quay area and have wonderful seaside lunch sitting on very scenic palm tree lined park benches. |
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