After breakfast, Gaia and I walked the short distance to the rental car that I had stashed in the hotel parking space. I got in and pulled my seatbelt into place then looked over at Gaia.
“You"d better buckle up yourself,” I told her. “I"ll drive carefully, but we can"t be sure this tiny road won"t have surprises coming at us from every bend.
Smiling back at me, she did as suggested.
The road to Ravello stretched across the rocky cliffs and seaside east from Positano, featuring many of the same edge-hugging lanes that I had managed on my drive from Sorrento to the hotel a few days before. At one point, we began to climb the mountain on a brief but scenic drive up to the center of Ravello.
The ancient town itself was high up in the mountain with a clear and infinite view of the Mediterr
