Day 33 - Ravello, Italy

We started off the day with a mid-morning gelato in Amalfi. Kim’s philosophy is, and I quote, “No time is the wrong time for gelato.” We then visited the neighboring town of Ravello. Ravello is perched high in the cliffs above Amalfi (waaay up there). Needless to say, we elected to take the bus to spare our nerves the drive.

Ravello was absolutely beautiful and had awesome views! I can’t describe it. And unfortunately, we forgot the camera battery today so we didn't get to take any pics!! Bummer. In any case, here's a stock photo we snatched off the web showing the view:

This charming town has a large faction of musicians and hosts a large music festival every summer (the orchestra plays on the edge of the cliffs . . . unfortunately, there was no show today).

When we got back, we decided to cool off at the Amalfi beach. Great decision.

Additional thoughts/notes:
- I think I can capture the typical male Italian attire with the following description: White walking shoes (no socks), bathing suit shorts, unbuttoned polo shirt (extra credit if you pop the collar), and over-sized sunglasses. Solid.
- The maid services at Italian hotels go above and beyond making the bed and cleaning the bathroom. They put your belongings in the “right” places and fold your pile of clothes, like Mom would. Whenever we came back in the afternoon, it was like a scavenger hunt to find which drawers were housing our belongings. In a way, I like it, but in another way, I now feel guilty about wadding up a shirt and tossing it on the floor.