BOOK TWO: AMALFI COAST
Pushing the heavy mahogany door open, I walk into the room breathless. Not because I'm sweating underneath my black Capri pants and t-shirt, not because the bus ride stopped half a mile shorter than expected, and not because Gabe and I had to walk up several flights of stairs with our heavy luggage in tow. No, I'm breathless because of this view in front of me.
White walls from floor to ceiling. Blue embroidered carpet. Crystal blue skies outside the large white windows.?I set the suitcase at the door and drop my black leather handbag on top of it to explore the room: the classic lined wallpaper, the antique circle dining table, the pure white starched sheets. I've been transported to interior design paradise.
I'm. In. Italy.
I have to pinch myself that I'm re
