Next day.. We woke up to the fresh Sorrento air, in a place called Lemon Flats. Downstairs in our kitchen we open the fridge to prepair a nice breakfast and find something looking like fresh juice, which it turned out not to be. It was a very fresh taste, but also something very strong.. not the kind of morning juice we are used to.. and we happily started guessing what it could be again. Suddenly it knocked on the door.. and there stood Giovanna (Salvatores wife). She welcomed us and invited us for a breakfast in the garden.…