Positano Dinner | Alone

There are clear advantages to the work I do, no doubt about it.  Travel to beautiful places and all that.  But the romantic spots without Liz are really tedious.  Hell, torturous.    --So the movie below is really for Liz, but I am sharing it.

Incidentally, this evening was only topped by a night several years ago in Paris when I came back to a gorgeous hotel suite (again alone), exhausted --only to find that the hotel had lowered the lights, covered my bed in rose petals, and put champagne on ice.

The soundtrack to this film is complements of the Villa Treville just south of Positano in Italy.