When you spend your birthday traveling after years of doing so at home, it is bound to feel somewhat strange, not really the big day with presents and cake unless you bring all of the bells and whistles with you. While I didn’t get any cake for my birthday, just gelato, I had the hard task of spending the big day in Maratea, Italy. Maratea rests along the Golfo di Policastro in the Basilicata region of Italy, blanketed with soft orange rooftops encased by green hills on one side and Tyrrhenian Sea on the other. The drive into medieval Maratea had me clutching my seat belt on a few occasions. A road narrower than the famed Amalfi Coast road had tunnels unseen and sea views uninterrupted by boats or anyone for that matter.
This week I revealed my love for Bolzano, Italy, a place of cultural confusion, where Austria and Italy meet. I had the same moment with Maratea. Perched high above town is Christ the Redeemer, similar to that of the original in Rio de Janeiro. A sprawling metropolis may not be this Christ statue’s vantage point, but I imagine Maratea’s Redeemer will be staying put with this as his view.
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