It’s Monday. Play and rest is over (although wasn’t it great to get an extra hour of sleep this weekend?). It’s time for work and meetings and responsibilities and errands and calendars and everything that a weekday brings.
But indulge me for just a few minutes. I’m not quite ready to get to work yet. I’d rather sit and dream about our magical week in Italy.
I will always be extra fond of Solerno because, for us, that is where it seemed like the trip really started. We were done with overnight trains and frantic planning and schedule-scanning and running hither-nither.
Also, although Venice is great, lovely, picturesque, fairy-tale-like even, something is lacking. In some ways Venice is a little too touristy, a little overly contrived, a little too crowded with stressed Americans. Solerno, though. Ah. In Solerno, I feel like I got to experience real, authentic Italy for the first time.
I fell in love with Solerno’s beautiful stone cathedrals tucked away in random corners of the city.
The streets of Solerno were filled with tiny tangled wrought-iron balconies that doubled as laundry lines, pot gardens, and storage; cafes, pizzerias, and gellaterias filled the sides of every narrow crooked street.
I sort of flipped out over the Castello di Arechi, a 7th century castle built by a Lombard prince that perches 300 meters above the town.
Cute dogs are everywhere, waiting in doorways for someone to give them some love or food.
The wharf was alive with gruff Italian men.
These fountains had no clear constructive purpose. But really, does a fountain have to do something constructive?
If I could have a fishing boat as cute as that one, I might be tempted into a career change.