We pass the church and turn right up a long flight of stairs. We get to the top (after I've stopped a few times) and reach the highest street in Praiano. We cross the street and walk to the sign that reads "Path of the Gods" with an arrow. From the bottom of these stairs, the top is not visible. There are probably 200 I can see and I just know anther 1000 I can't see.
All in all, we climb somewhere in the neighborhood of 1,300 feet. As we are nearing the top, I start questioning whether we have missed the turnoff for the lower trail. Are we sure we are in the right place? We haven't seen a single sign.
We reach a flat path and I decide to go with it and see where it takes us. At least we aren't climbing anymore. We run into 2 men walking back from Agerola (where they took the bus this morning in order to just do the walk down). They confirm where we are on the map so we head on over to the trail down to the Convento.
On our way, we see a picnic bench in the shade. There's no view from here but its shaded and a good place to take a break and eat some snacks.
A few minutes later we are on our way. We pass the split in the trail and walk on ahead like the travel info person told us to. The views are spectacular! We stay on the path and walk on around to the other side of the hill and the views get even more beautiful! WOW! Fortunately, we run into some folks from California who take a killer family picture for us.
We enjoy the views for a while and then head back down to our house via the other trail through the convent. The convent looks out over the hillside and out at the ocean. I know the sisters here had to leave their families, but the church has such a beautiful spot. Maybe there was some solace in it for them as well.
We kept walking down, down, down. The paths are worn and the rock stairs are uneven. We are all concentrating on not falling. I'm not sure which is more difficult, climbing up or going down. I think this side is a little more gradual but in truth its probably about the same. The tragedy is that you can't look out while you are going down, but the scenery is so phenomenal, I have to keep stopping on the way down too.
We don't arrive back at our apartment until almost 3, so we only stay around a half hour to change into swimsuits and relax without our boots on. Then we set off for La Praia.
The walk down is hard, and thinking about the climb back up is a little painful, but off we go. We reach the beach and it looks like there may only be another hour of sun. So we walk down to the beach and sit a few minutes before getting in. The stony beach makes the water super clear. I am in to my waist and still able to see my toes and the shape and size of all of the rocks around me.
I swim out, with much coaxing from Mike and the girls, to the end of the cove so I can see down the side of the cliffs. I am uncomfortable this far out and I start heading back. Mike swims past me and suddenly, I can see a diver in a wetsuit probably 25 feet below me super clearly. I think he's near the bottom, but I can't see it.
When I get out of the water, we have about 10 more minutes of sun. After the sun passes, we head up to il Pirata for a drink. There I buy the train tickets to the airport that I had forgotten about when I booked the other train tickets yesterday. Done.
We had a yummy seafood pasta dinner for our last night and a chill evening with some card playing and reading. A fantastic end to a superb week!
Off to Rome tomorrow and home Sunday. After this week of R&R, I think I'm ready for home. :)
