The harbor was filled with boats of all sizes. We are renting a small motorboat for the week. We arrived at a nondescript wooden door on a whitewashed house in a narrow walkway.
We piled into Guisepi's car and drove slowly along the narrow shop lined boardwalk towards the hills. Vacationing Italians casually moved aside as we passed.
We unloaded our minimal amount of things from the ferry. We left our suitcases at the apartment in Milan. Guisepi, a driver, took our things and crammed them into the back of his tiny car.