For seventeen years we have visited the Italian island of Ischia.
|Aragonese Castle 474 B.C.|
|Down to the pool and sea|
|Pool and tower rooms|
Each evening we dine al fresco (and each morning we walk miles to work off the pasta). From the hotel's dining terrace we watch the splendor of lavender, orange, and pink sunsets fade over fishing boats returning to their ports far below.
|Dining terrace with two hungry seagulls|
|A surprise anniversary cake overlooking sunset|
"Yes, it's our seventeenth time on the island," Charley said. "We love it here!"
"We've been twice before to this hotel and love it because it's only a three-hour plane ride from London to Naples. We're half-way through our ten days. Where are you from?"
"Delray Beach, Florida, and the coast of Massachusetts."
The next day we walked along the main street in the town below the hotel, Lacco Ameno. We stopped to talk when we saw the Englishman standing outside one of the shops. "Wife's inside, buying out the place," he said. We could see her bent over a glass case of coral jewelry.
Disguised in dark glasses and a baseball cap, Charley shook the Englishman's hand. "We're staying at the Mezzatorre, where you're staying," Charley said.
The Englishman looked at him without recognition. "Oh, you're from the States?"
"Yes, we're from Delray Beach, Florida."
"Funny, I just met another guy from Delray Beach who's staying at our hotel."
|Harbor in Lacco Ameno, Ischia|
Charley graduated from high school in Fall River, Massachusetts, and it was definitely not in '69!