In the meantime, Nichole, Allie, and the others were making their acquaintances with Angelo, the infamous singer-entertainer of Praiano. Angelo zips up and down the steep streets of Praiano on a cream-colored scooter.
Everyone knows him. He is the owner of Tutto Per Tutti, the neighborhood grocery store. This middle-aged Lothario was smitten with the three California girls frequenting his alimentari, and he walked them outside the store to point out his house, not far away. He told them he had heard we were all in town and had hoisted his flags in our honor.
A relaxing evening ensued: wine drinking next to and in the pool, lounging on the terrace, and simply admiring the ever-changing horizon out towards sea.
As dusk settled in, the lights of Praiano bejeweled the hillside like a waterfall of diamonds. I leaned against the railing on the upper terrace and gazed out, the soft gauzy air of night brushing my shoulders like a silk shawl. This was much better than any dream.