Occasionally I remember elbowing my way onto a ferry on the Amalfi Coast, sweating and holding on to my hat with every Italian on holiday in August. Which was every Italian.
John and I were traveling from Positano to Praiano that day, down the coastline and halfway to Amalfi. We’d spent the morning weaving through cr…
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