I sleep in, to try to make up sleep lost during the night coughing. But I am feeling a little better, maybe it's that herbal cough medicine.... I catch the bus into town and get off at the very start of positato above the town. There is basically one road in, going in one direction, and another road going out in the other. I take my time and the view constantly changes, it's quite magical. I stop for lunch at mediterannio, a recommended restaurant and have a simple meal of veal cooked in wine with a "fantasy" of vegetables (basically vegetables grilled), then a really simple but tasty tiramisu. The waiter sings as he goes about his business, it's a very italian vibe, but to give them credit, their bread is the best I've had in Italy.

I continue down to the township proper and do some last minute shopping, and I now have a beautiful ring as a momento of my holiday. I got some more foodie things, and a couple of gifts, and I am finished. I sample very belatedly a granita, made with fresh lemon juice and it is amazing.

There is a small coastal walk that takes you through to the next beach past some ancient defense towers. The photo today is of the black Madonna and cold that was along the walkway, a very important icon in these parts. I visit some art galleries which are actually quite good, and for laughs try on some of the local fashion which so doesn't suit me (it's very stevie nicks). I see Bo Bo the corgi street dog and follow him for a bit to see what his life is like! He struts around positano like he owns it and he is very well liked by the locals. He is fed twice, and has people constantly coming up to him to give him pats and cuddles, tourists and locals alike. He sleeps on the beach at night and has a good life.

I go to a local bar to meet up with louise, my new Australian friend, and I am early so I wait for her. Soon I see my nocelle bus friend and he introduces me to his boisterous friend Juan Carlos (jc) and they insist on keeping me company. They are lovely guys, I tell them about my favourite dog Bo Bo who they call Johnnie (he has a few names) and one of them goes to get him for me and we give him tasty bits from the bar (best fed street dog in positano). Unfortunately all the Italian boys have blocked me from view and Louise is waiting for me inside and we almost miss each other. The Italian boys were all very sweet and very disappointed when my friend arrived.

We went half way up the mountain to a local trattoria at the junction of both our buses. I had pasta and wine, my last Italian dinner, and I'm glad it was in a very local traditional place than the glitz of positano. My nocelle friend was on the bus with me so I had company to my door. By the end of my stay I knew the names of some of the stray animals, the shop owners and could say ciao to at least half a dozen people in town, that's nice! I think the strategy to stay in a very local town paid off well.