Tuesday, April 02, 2019

Nature

Amalfi is a tiny town; really more a large village. It takes maybe seven or eight minutes to walk from one end of its seafront to the other, and only fifteen minutes to walk up the hill to the end farthest from the sea… ten minutes if the tourists have buggered off for the day. So unless one wants to buy one’s own bodyweight in limoncello or acquire an ugly $600 handbag, there isn’t much to actually do in the town. So today, Benny and I decided to go walking in the mountains behind the town.



Amalfi used to be famous for its paper products, with multiple paper mills dotted along the valley, powering themselves from the rushing stream that roars down from the upper slopes. But then the Amalfians discovered that tourists generate more income, and create slightly fewer toxic pollution issues, so the paper mills were abandoned and, in a long form display of karma, they are slowly being destroyed and reclaimed by the forests. The primary walk from the town, the Valle delle Ferriere trail, wends its way between these crumbling ruins, in between offering spectacular views back to Amalfi and up to the mountains.











In between the mills there’s just gorgeous Italian countryside, which Benny and I enjoyed enormously.

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