A driver meets you at the ferry, which is a good thing, because the drive to Anacapri is the least relaxing experience you’ll have here — 4 kilometers of steep switchbacks on a road barely wide enough for one Vespa to pass another. But then arrival is instantly calming.
Like a fearless surfer, Stan Parish watches the waves of the Pacific from the headlands of the Imanta Punta de Mita, a reassuring shelter that makes a sweet lullaby of the crashing ocean.