This was one of the nicest days. It was May, I was living in Italy, I was traveling the Amalfi Coast, and I had just eaten one of my best meals of my young life at the Hotel San Pietro di Positano. I was in my twenties, and promise was what I saw ahead of me.
Positano, Italy, May 1984. Positano holds second place for me as the spot of the greatest natural, physical beauty that I have visited.
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