Italy, June 2003, Day 4

Since we did not meet up with Vince as planned in Pompeii, we had to come up with an alternate plan. We knew that he and Kate will be at the chapel meeting with the priest at some point in the day.

We knew what the Hall of Justice chapel looks like and the name (San Pietro) so we set off to try and find it in Positano proper. However, we can’t find it or anyone who knows where it is!

We also knew that the rehersal dinner (although no there is no official rehersal) tonight. But had no idea where that was, either — not even the name of the restaurant. What we do know is the name of the hotel where the wedding reception is going to be, so we head from Positano to the hotel. The concierge does not know how to reach Vince and Kate but he does have the wedding planner’s card. At least we have something (although still no phone that works). As we are walking out of the hotel to the car the van containing Vince, Kate and Kate’s family drives by!

So they stop and we find out that they thought we were meeting at the train station in Pompeii. They were there all day waiting for us. For eight hours they waited. They were even at both stations at either end of Pompeii.

We also learn that the chapel is on the road between Priaino and Positano and that we drive by it all the time!

It just blends in well. The chapel is the top square of the ivy covered building. (EDIT: No it’s not) From here, you can see the church in Priaino and perhaps the house we stayed in (although I’m not sure now which one it may be). You can also get a sense of how long our walk to the beach was — at least using the full version of the photo — if you look across the balcony on the backside of the chapel hotel, you can see some little buildings built into the rocks. Just below them is the beach.

We decide that Vince will come back with us after dinner at Da Enzos tonight. Actually, the restaurant is called Cucina Casareccia da Vincenzo, but we find it just fine.

Dinner is so good. There’s just tons of food; it just keeps coming. At some point there was a scramble for Lactaid for Keith but he tells that story much better than I ever could.

After dinner, we all drive in the McGinley Euro-van to our car which is parked way on the other side of town. We take Vince all the way down the miles of stairs to the apartment to drop off his stuff (or maybe some of us do and some of us stay at the top of the hill, I can’t recall). At any rate, we all end up at the Bar Del Sol where hang out for a while. Then we go back for lemoncello.

This is where things get interesting. Most of these quotes were from this night, Vince’s big night. We all drank a whole lot, and lord knows I said some pretty dumb things, but Vin really had a rough night. His wedding was the next day, but not until 6 so he was fine by then.

Most of the funny stuff happened just after this happened:


Vince came out of the all in one bathroom soaking wet and in this heavy, fake Italian accent said:

“Uno, I fell asleep on the toilet. Due, I turned the shower on myself because I thought I [sic] was the doorknob.”

and then:
“I didn’t say ‘Doot Doot’ and think I was the doorknob!”

and then:
“…and then the shower was spuh — itting on me…”

Poor Vince.

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