Saturday evening, the sun is setting, turning the tops of the mountains a surreal orangy pink. Two tired children sit on my bed watching a cartoon in Italian. In five days the little Italian/English girl and the little Swedish boy have become inseparable even though they don't speak the same language. They play together, eat together, hold hands and even dress similar. If one takes off their shoes, the other one does the same.
It is nearly time for them to go to sleep, they have had a long day. I took them all on a long mountain walk today, through pine forests, past waterfalls and along flower scattered pathways. We climbed hundreds of steps, up the mountain and down the other side, working up a ferocious appetite that was finally put to rest with pizza and ice cream.
We all stumbled wearily home and spent the hottest part of the afternoon resting in the cool shade until the children became restless again and we took them down to play on the beach. The little boy shouted in delight and promptly threw himself fully dressed into the sea. He emerged dripping and laughing, his parents laughed too and let him do it again, smiling as he enjoyed himself.
As the sun disappeared behind the mountain we stood up, brushing sand off feet and pulling sandals onto small feet. The Swedish boys mother walked home taking her child and mine too. I stayed behind with her husband, we were planning their last evening in Positano. I showed him a few restaurants where they could share a romantic dinner and then I took him to a gift shop to buy a little present.
While I help two tired children clean their teeth and tuck them up in bed, the little Swedish boys parents are out celebrating their wedding anniversary on their last night in one of the most romantic towns in Italy. It has been such a pleasure to have them here, to finally meet them after over a year of 'virtual' friendship. They were everything I thought they would be; friendly, beautiful, fun people and I am sure that they will return many times in the future.