We go for a walk most afternoons at this time of year, usually
leaving the house at about 1.45 pm.
Not quite sure why it's that time, but whenever I look at the
clock on Bianca's dashboard display as we head out
down Leila's Mountain, it invariably says 13.45 or thereabouts.
And as we park up down at Punta dell' Inferno & get out of the
car, we are both aware that the eyes of any locals hanging about
are on us, the 'stranieri'.
I find it quite amusing...they eye us incredulously
as we proceed to walk along the Lungomare hand in hand.
For here, in this little slice of heaven that is the
Cilento, the men are rarely seen out with
their women during the day, and they certainly don't
Then, to make matters worse, I actually dare look
in the eye of anyone walking towards us...
I am weighing up how I think they'll respond if
I say 'Buongiorno' or 'Buona sera'
(technically, it should be 'buon pomeriggio'
but that is very little used here).
But slowly, & surely, they are starting to realise that
we appear & passeggiata most days...they have
started to acknowledge us, either with a curt nod
or a smile...and some of them are
even taking the time to stop & have a chat.