Day 7 started, as usual, with an Italian breakfast. Or with an breakfast, a German would associate with Italy for including Mozarella cheese, cherry tomatoes and Confetura di Fichi (fig jam) made in the Cilento.
After the rather long trip to Padula yesterday we stayed in the neighborhood on day 7, a Saturday. We went for a walk down to the beach, to Fiumicello di Maratea, another part of Maratea. Sadly the sky was dull again, it was nice warm though.
Again it felt like being on a private beach, nobody else was visible.
Fiumicello looked like a village of orchards, the houses barely visible. And it smelled this way, orchards in Spring mixed with the breeze from the sea. It was the most lovely location I came across in Italy, the ultimate place to buy a house, settle down, live mainly on the own produce and write a book :-)
After the rather long trip to Padula yesterday we stayed in the neighborhood on day 7, a Saturday. We went for a walk down to the beach, to Fiumicello di Maratea, another part of Maratea. Sadly the sky was dull again, it was nice warm though.
Again it felt like being on a private beach, nobody else was visible. 
Fiumicello looked like a village of orchards, the houses barely visible. And it smelled this way, orchards in Spring mixed with the breeze from the sea. It was the most lovely location I came across in Italy, the ultimate place to buy a house, settle down, live mainly on the own produce and write a book :-) 
