Mike's Journal – September 19, 1988We've been sleeping late, lying in the sun most of the day, and taking hiking trips through the hills that surround Positano. It's magical. I think it would even be magical without Katherine by my side, but this is the absolute best.
Since the Amalfi Coast is known for its seafood, we decided to sample as much as possible. Last night we shared a platter of frutta di mare. Kat smiled a worrisome grin and asked if this wasn't too much of a gamble.
“What's in it?” she asked me.
I just shrugged my shoulders. I have no idea what they think belongs in this dish. So I asked the waiter. He too shrugged his shoulders, although I had to laugh because it seemed like his gesture was so much more conversational than mine. He went on to say that frutta di mare means
