Minori

I just arrived back from Italy after a very delayed EasyJet flight from Napoli. The problem with budget airlines is that when something goes wrong, the person who tells you is invariably unattractive and painfully common. Sort it out, Stelios.

I'll write some bits and pieces about the week when I get a chance. We hooned it up on our first night in Rome, at my good friend Manuele's pub and restaurant. The rest of our time was spent in Minori, a seaside village that's only a ten minute, white-knuckle cliffside drive from Amalfi. We'd hired a villa that sat above the outsized basilica. The whole place looked like a toy town from our terrace. Every evening, we drank Paulaner from litre steins and played elementary card games at a little pub by the beach. We didn't do much else, really.