Days of August

Day 1.


We met in Ercolano and had a beer. You called just before I left the office. I was really excited at the prospect of our holiday.


We went on the motorino to a restaurant out past Francischiello, where you knew the owner - of course! We were the only people in the place. We sat on the terrace, under the cool shade of an umbrella - it really was too warm and humid. I wore a white dress, so that I wouldn't have to waste time later going to change.


You ordered. Ravioli (fatto a casa), then steak and salad. We were brought zuccini flowers stuffed with ricotta and ham, dipped in batter and very lightly fried. We drank cold, crisp white wine and we talked. (He is in love with me, and I with him.) We laughed about silly things. We had coffee and limoncello at the end of our meal. Then we drove the long way back - half drunk with wine and heat and love. Despite the searing heat I hugged him all the way as he drove back.