I often switch terraces to compare views, to take a stroll while waiting for the pasta pot to boil or simply to spy on my kids on the beach. Sometimes I even feel like waxing lyrical about the poetry of the Positano coast streaming before my eyes.
But every time, before I make myself comfortable on the low wall, I take a peek over its ledge to its rocky side to ascertain that I am the only visible presence in nature at that moment, and then up above my head to check that I’ve not suddenly become part of someone else’s view.
A rustle in the grape vines to my side doesn’t alarm me too much as lizards are a dime a dozen in these parts.
A light thump likewise doesn’t attract my attention.
I catch the movement of a lizard in the corner of my eye.
It seems to have a twig protruding from it.
But this little creature was wearing a second tail on top of it’s first.
A bit like a flagpole mast on the back of a bike.
It quite unabashedly sunned itself until a movement from my dog caused it to launch itself back among the grape vine leaves.
Of course the first thing an Italian local said when I showed them the photo was ‘Porta Fortuna!’ Sure, along with dog and bird droppings. Good Luck indeed.
PS. Did you notice the ET. toes?