Situated on the cliffs of the Costa Amalfitana or Amalfi Coast is the stunning and beautiful town of Positano. Just saying the word instantly brings me to a place of peace and beauty. A lust for the simpler yet finer things in life takes precedence here. We settled into our hotel and wanted to take a walk down to the beach. It was dusk, the sun had sank low, tired after a long day of firing up the blue Italian skies. A deep purple-red glow was draped over the mountain town of Positano. Wearing sandals, shorts, and a loosely buttoned shirt, my fiancé and I strolled down the cobblestoned, lamp-lit street and ended up at a small restaurant patio on the beach. "This seems right", we thought. Sand kicked around the chairs, a few people lingered lying on the beach and strolling around half naked. A sight to be seen when you're about to eat. Yet it all seemed so normal, so cool. Instantly a tanned waiter with long slicked back, dirty blonde hair came up and spoke to us in broken English, and I responded back in my even more broken Italian dialect. Remnants of a childhood spent with my nonno and nonna. I ordered the salame é frutta, salami and fruit - this menu was straight to the point, no messing around. The waiter brought out our plates and wine, and a large plate of fresh fruit and three different types of artisan meats. There was coppa, sweet and decadent, laced with fat and spices. And two types of salame, a spicy one with chillies and black pepper, the other with white wine and sage that had a bouquet like peaches. As we sat, stuffing our faces, and drinking wine, it was like a drug trip. The sound of the water lapping gently at the beach in slow steady rhythm, we hardly noticed the sun sink away and the moon come into full glory. Like a giant neon white marshmallow lighting up the night sky. It was like we had reached nirvana. We finished our meal, felt numb to the fingertips, and full like hogs, we started the slow ascent back up to our hotel. The ten minute walk felt like hours or days until we were back in our comfy bed. That was the best salami I ever had.
Photo: Positano Sunset