Flynn and Ollie arrived! Safe and sound, not really any sleep, but certainly a relaxing atmosphere on da plane. The flight into CDG was unremarkable, F & O both made it through border patrol in France without raising any alarms. Business class seats on Air France were pretty bad, but the food made up for it. The Naples airport is crazy packed.
Now, one would normally think a glass of wine would be the first beverage of choice when arriving in Italy, but, nay, it was simply a coke and tea while we awaited transport to Atrani. While it is not usual for hired drivers to stop along the route for photo ops, F & O did manage to get a few of Vesuvius. Ollie almost fell over the mountain, he was so amazed.
At the Naples airport 
That is a volcano. Vesuvius.
After arriving in Atrani, we settled into our apartment. Frankly, if you are not envious enough, dear reader, you will be. F & O have amazing digs: ground level, huge, two bedroom, two bath with a rooftop terrace that boasts views befitting royalty. This apartment can be seen in most postcards of Atrani. And, it’s pink. Pix will be provided of the building at a later date, but for now:
1/3rd of the rooftop terrace & view 
Beach club by the apartment
After noshing on spaghetti (what else would it be) F & O crashed. Awake for over 24 hours, and strung out, the otter & flamingo went to bed much earlier than most self-respecting Italians would. But, that is how they roll.
The next (late morning), they set out for Amalfi. This is a whopping 10 minute walk from Atrani. Via a public road (path) that goes through a restaurant, a tunnel, some stairs, and playing chicken with Italy’s finest drivers.
Lunch and a quick tour though the town of Amalfi itself looked something like this:
Ollie with his first appetizer. 
Flynn’s 1st (of many) cappuccino in Italy. 
Flynn awaits a driver. Amalfi
F & O in a back maze of Amalfi 
Flynn is not seafood, but he loves to eat it!
The ‘quickie’ tour turned into four hours, the last hour of which was spent shopping like a local, from the mercado, the fresh produce stand, the cheese stand, and the fish monger. Dragging home dinner fixins was well worth every step: home-made sea bass and caprese salad made from all locally sourced ingredients. More photos of the town itself will be forthcoming in future posts. Flynn suspects he will be spending a lot of time there. Learning Italian. Dinner was served at an (almost) Italian time of night.
Time change is a bitch.
Exhausted, with a long day tomorrow:
Fin
Flynn