I understand dad when he says you can't demand respect you need to earn it. But if not respect surely they can provide me with some dignity, it is a basic human right.
They say in italy, if italians arent talking about calcio (soccer for the non-europeans) then they're praying. So being Sunday we went to church. This church is a special church because my Nonno (dad's dad) helped build the front part of the church when he lived in Italy. Then when he moved to Australia in 1952 to build himself a new life and family he would still send money back, back to Italy, from the little he made to help fund the completion of the church. Which is what stands today.
With a break in the weather dad and I ventured out into the harbour for a splash and a play. The wether forecast for the next few days is stormy which is how I would describe my relationship with my father for picking the one week when in rains in the worlds sunniest place.
A few snap shots of 'Hotel Luna Convento' where we are staying while here in Amalfi. It was established in 1222 by St Francis of Asisi as a convent. The cloister with the well, where the fish and turtles live is part of the original building.
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