In Positano, Italy, you can take a little speedboat (not the boat above) from the main beach to a smaller beach called Arienzo. You’ll travel across clear turquoise water and approach a pebble beach lined with orange lounge chairs and one restaurant. The boat will pull up alongside the rocks, and a man will help you jump from the boat to the rocks. (And on a day when the waters are a little rough, you will wonder how safe all this actually is, especially getting back on when the boat has to wait for just the right time to approach the rocks and you have to scramble like mad).
While on this gorgeous, secluded beach, you’ll watch the man who helped you jump onto the rocks take a little row boat (above) to get to another boat, and then return with more beachgoers from who knows where. He’ll go back and forth on this little row boat on unknown missions, and you’ll watch him all day, wondering what he’s up to, becoming enthralled with the comings and goings of this man and his boats. And when you leave, you’ll know that in this little part of the beautiful Italian coastline, there’s a man going back and forth on a little boat, here and there, doing this and that. Day in and day out. And that–knowing about this man and his boats–is one of my favorite parts of traveling.