The noise, motion, crowds and sheer brilliant chaos of Rome had convinced us to move into the deep south of Italy. An eight hour train ride finally delivered us to Sapri, where we had been promised the sea, glorious beaches, sparkling sunshine and relaxation.Sapri disappointed.The train station exited into a dismal, grey little town square. The few locals sitting at a nearby cafe looked at us with disdain, and then immediately began to converse amongst themselves, occasionally pausing to gesture and point at us.Needless to say, we felt less than welcome.A quick phone call to our friend ("Sapri? Why the hell are you in bloody Sapri?") confirmed my initial impression. Back on the train, and 10 minutes further south we arrived at Maratea. Gorgeous, seaside Maratea that climbed from the water's edge into the hills, above the clouds.
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