Girasole

Picture by Drew of the sunflowers outside of Gagliano

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.