Up A Hill
Coffee on the small hotel room saves me, wakes me up, again. As the sun sets I walk, fast, through the ancient looking town. The next venue is to my liking taking me up a steep very narrow road up the Ponza mountain. I plan to circle the island, the views are spectacular, but, there is no public water source. The island seems very dry yet, even in April, the sea breeze cools all. I head back down the mountain way;liking briskly into the wind. It is exhilarating. I return the hotel in time for a mid afternoon nap followed by a good meal. Once again though, my lack of full understanding of the Italian language is a drawback in this distinctly Italian hideaway.