Leaving Rome and headed for the coast I had to swing by the airport to negotiate a month long rental. Things just seem to have a tad bid of serendipity so far because my driver spoke pretty good English and through the conversation about what I am trying to accomplish he thought it best to pull over in the airport entrance and call the car rental car companies for me to negotiate in Italian. He was able to secure me a new Fiat 500 for 30 days at a cost of 1034 euro which was the equivalent of $1300 US complete with full insurance and a GPS. Could I have done better? I don’t know, but what I did know is the waits were long at most counters and Euorcar was able to take me right away. I also think it’s because of people like my driver that I feel very right about this trip. I was eager to leave the city and head for the coast. I suppose it’s one of the reason I never moved to New York City. I like it for a little bit but always happy to get back to a quieter setting. Once in my cute little car I quickly realized that addresses don’t always add up in Italy when it comes to using a GPS so I just set it for Positano City Center and away I went to the Amalfi Coast. I decided to wing my rooms for the night from this point forward and let my serendipitous roll keep going. Well so far that was the right move because as I would wind through the streets of Positano I saw a hotel called Poseidon and I thought god of sea is a good place to look because of my heart filled God call to write this book. The place looked good, the rate was doable because it had parking and a nice breakfast included for 120 euro a night. Most parking in Positano will cost you at minimum 20 euro and with my bags I liked the convenience factor of a bellman bringing things in after along drive. Once I checked in I asked the young woman about a photographer that might be interested in helping me with photography lessons. “Why yes”, Daniella said “my father who’s shop is just a few doors up from the hotel.” Seriously! I was so excited I headed right over to make his acquaintance. Raphael was a staple in Positano as I discovered most people in this town are generational and don’t leave. As one women told me, “we are born in Positano, we live in Positano, we vacation in Positano, and we die in Positano.” Raphael shop was also very well equipped. After we spoke for a bit I purchased a few 32G SD cards and we agreed to meet in front of the hotel at 8 am. I felt relieved knowing that I would surely get my shots. Who better to take me around then the towns biggest photographer and one of the friendliest I might add. Headed out to explore Positano after check in I saw this place as a treasure trove of photographic possibilities and that in turn meant that I just needed to go with the flow and see how long I needed to stay. While I was out I decided to shop for a little brighter wardrobe. Although black was a great choice for getting dirty….what was I thinking?! I was raised in Florida for that last 25 years only a recent transplant to North Carolina and I had a closet full of white and cream linen! Honestly just like a beach town in Florida it’s tough to find quality rather just a bunch of cheaper thin clothes that remind me of gypsy wear alla summer, but I did find a great shop called Pepito’s which had great linen clothes and clearly made with quality which I was able to score a beige pair of slacks that they hemmed for me by the next day. That evening back at the hotel I went up to the bar for a goodnight wine and ran into an American couple Jack and Mary from Philadelphia via a lifetime in New York City’s upper east side. They had been vacationing in Italy for the last 40 years and had more that some good advice to give me. One of which was confirmation that I had chosen a great hotel. They had stayed all over Positano and felt this hotel had the best comfort, value, location, and they genuinely loved the people who ran the place. I was already in agreement!