Once upon a time, I was sitting with some friends in this room in the Shoreham Hotel on West 55th Street in Mid-town Manhattan. We'd just spent a long weekend in New York and were biding that awful time before the cab arrives to go back to La Guardia. There's not enough time to do anything else, so you sit and stare at your traveling companions and wait. Now a day earlier, we were talking about taking a trip. I'd been lobbying for an Italian adventure for quite some time.

I had a client who'd spent a couple of weeks in a villa in Positano and he raved about it. I was hoping for a similar experience, and I was lobbying hard to rent a villa somewhere along the Amalfi Coast. So while we were sitting around the hotel room, one of my friends had his laptop out so we started Googling "Bay of Naples" and "Vacation Rental."

We came upon a British site called Summer in Italy and it was brimming with great places for rent all up and down the Italian Peninsula. We made notes to check that site some more after we returned home to Florida later that day...

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