Coming down the mountain, to Cetara

I met a guy called Alberto. Gods was that his name? Anyway, I did meet him walking down the road from my hike today and he told me in half Italian, half English all about his life, which was interesting and cool. And on the way this cranky little dog barked us all the way down the road.

It was the cutest thing. I wish I’d got a better photo.

I think his name was Alberto. The guy, not the dog.