Agerola is in another world and time far above the tourist speckled Almalfi Coast.
Why travel as a tourist?
l the love of a large Italian family and the timelessness of a 2-hour lunch under the filtering leaves on the veranda.
Walk through lemon groves into Roman ruins (the age of the ruins is the only reminder you are in 2014) and a temperate forest wonderland that makes you look for the National Geographic photographer. 
Debra’s activities are all of the highest character. The orgasmic aspects are all about the pleasure of good company, healthy food and exploring the local culture. Whew. No junior high double dares. Just open and honest conversation. We could say what we wanted and get full support. No judgement, no agenda. Just welcome and trust.
I felt it had to do with the natural good intention of our group and the high oxytocin connected with pleasurable travel. But most of all, the graciousness of our hosts, Debra and our new Italian friends.
In fact, we all noted how comfortable we were as a woman among women. I thought we’d be a group of birthies since Debra is so well known in the birth world, but no, most of the women were not birth workers. The diversity added a breadth to our circle that I found so enriching for its own design.
Debra’s guided activities gently led us into the authenticity we all crave in new friendships.
Here, we safely explored the best in ourselves and one another on whatever we wanted to share.
Each group of women will weave their own tapestry of topics and moods.
Debra’s joy and true pleasure in each of our persons quickly establishes a warm interplay between us.
The warmth of being together merged our circle with the Italian sun overhead. Exotic surroundings, the feeling of adventure, exploration and delight. We were that week the best we could be and integrated a peace, a thrill for life, the highest enjoyment of culture and travel and friendship.
