The rest of the Amalfi trip was ordinary in all the best ways.
We found a fish restaurant at the base of the cliffs that we went back to three times. Nora developed an intense preference for a specific beach toy that she had to have within arm's reach at all times. James took his first unaided steps on the terrace on a Tuesday afternoon and Kade and I were both there to see it, which felt like luck and probably was.
We drove along the coast on a Thursday, the four of us in a car that was slightly too small for the car seat logistics, and stopped in villages and walked around and ate gelato in a town square while Nora watched the world go by with that serious attention of hers.
On the last night I cooked. Properly, as promised. I had been collecting ingredients all week, the good local p
