Mike's Journal – September 19, 1988We spent some time touring Italy before landing in Positano but BOY am I glad we did. This cliffside oasis has to be one of Mother Earth's greatest creations. The town is perched on the side of a tremendous hill, or mountain, you might say, hanging onto a ribbon of highway taped to a sheer cliff of mountain. The stone buildings, homes, and hotels seem to be glued to the slope of the cliff, and bound together like some great tapestry hanging from the blue sky above.
Positano faces south, or a bit southwest, so we can watch the sun glide overhead until it dips into the Mediterranean at sunset. The azure sky with silky white clouds stretch out into infinity on the west, meeting the sea at a horizon too far away to imagine.
There are some smells that remind
