Sunday was rest day. It was quiet here at the monastery with the half of the kids staying behind in Sorrento. So for running there is 2 choices: up to Secanaro or down to Castelvecchio. For a change I chose down, which is much steeper with lots of switchbacks and then try to run-walk back. Today I came back through the fields of girasole, sunflowers, gira means turn and the sunflowers turn all day toward the sun. There was also a field of poppies. I was accompanied by Dave, the kids named him, the lame Italian sheepdog who is alledgedly part wolf. So even a lame dog could keep up with me.