Every night Minori has been hopping. We go to bed, whether it’s at midnight or after 2am, and there are children running about and adults socializing on the promenade along the water. The vitality of life in Italy seems to have no bounds, or at least, no bedtime. The energy is relaxed and fun….people out and about having a good time. It’s really great, except for when you are trying to sleep. Not sure if it’s the crescent shaped layout of Minori that makes the sound echo or reverberate, but I can hear everything from our apartment since we’ve been sleeping with all of the windows open. The gentleman setting up the fruit/vegetable stand in the town square, people double parking in front of the bar to start their day with an espresso, 20-somethings wrapping up their partying at 5 am, a motorcycle zipping up the street, plus the sound of the waves crashing…I can hear it all. I’ve found that the activity on this main stretch -the one road in and out of Minori – does not stop.

At 4:30am today I woke up to the sounds of some partiers that still hadn’t called it a night. Sitting on the balcony, I could see that they were at the other end of the town from me, but I could still hear them. At 5am I went for a walk around town to Minori as it was starting to wake up for the day.

By 7am, vendors were setting up stands on the promenade: one selling fruit, another plants and seeds, a man selling cheese out of the back of his Fiat, and then a dozen vendors selling clothes.

While it has been light out for some time, the sun finally rose over the neighboring mountain. It beamed onto the balcony of the bedroom, making it too hot to sit outside.

We spent the rest of the day away from Minori…more on that tomorrow.