These BopnBon travel blogs have always been happy stories.

But "always" does not exist.

I will tell this tale chronologically so you can better experience the narrative as it played out.

We begin last Thursday when Bonnie and I ventured out of Villa Cristina for the first time to explore Positano.

Road construction meant the nearby bus stop was closed so our walk was 20 minutes. We met Lucia there. A native of Praiano who spoke perfect English, she answered many questions about our journey and when she noticed the bus coming, we quickly traded contacts because she promised to help us with the information we were struggling to get: restaurants; buses; markets, taxis. She asked where we were staying and she said she owned and rented out the villa next to ours.

On the bus, she showed us where to get off and how to reach our destination. It all worked out perfectly and we had an enjoyable trip.

We kept in contact and agreed to meet Monday when she would give advice about Praiano.

Monday came and so did Lucia to our villa. She brought 4 fresh eggs from the chickens she raised and a large freshly cut stalk of broccoli. She started to relay the information we wanted.

Suddenly I received a torrent of texts from Grazia, our hostess including, "This Lucia gave us many problems in the past with our villa. So I think she is doing it on purpose to bother us again. We wrote to avoid her."

Then my phone rang and Grazia spewed out the same warnings that "this woman was up to no good" and "why did you let her in. You were told to only bring in authorized people."

I tried to assure her I'd watch Lucia's every move and she was helping us and she'd be gone soon.

But it didn't end there. Grazia then texted Lucia to get out of her villa immediately. Our conversation was almost over so soon Lucia walked out and I followed her to the 32-step staircase to the street, thanked her and said, "Caio."

I thought about how Grazia was using the security system to spy on us. And she controlled the heating/cooling in the villa from a phone app. Unsettling.

About 30 minutes later we lost all electricity in the villa.

When I called her, Grazia immediately started blaming me for allowing Lucia in the villa. She had me check the two circuit breaker boxes in the villa both of which I was familiar with (another story) and nothing was off.

Then she told me I had to go outside the gate and check the outside breakers. Up the 32 steps I went and there was a box there, in fact two. A second box have been added recently and the door for both, with a dangling but unused padlock, was wide open and a large breaker switch was OFF. I flipped it and headed for the house. All the lights were on. The wifi and TV worked. We were back to paradise and happily ever after.

But then the thought struck me: Lucia had full access to the open box. Angered by Grazia's text in the middle of being kind to her guests, did Lucia stage a VENDETTA!

She did have those eyes, that look of EVIL EYE. They do say there are those who possess it in these parts.

Twenty-six hours later, Bonnie was midway through a long stretch of business video calls and emails. I was scouring the web for information about the Inter Milan game that was to start in three hours when there was a pop and the lights went out again.

The sun had gone down. It was really dark and chilly but I made a beeline for the outdoor breaker box. But I did have the thought to watch carefully as I opened the gate. Anyone could be waiting for me. I could be in the middle of a ... VENDETTA. Everything was quiet. I looked for the breaker. Again, it was OFF. I flipped to on.

Back in the villa, the lights were back on and I relaxed. But before I updated Grazia, I checked the other breaker boxes. Fine.

Wifi. Not working.

TV. Not working.

Refrigerator. Not working.

Convection stove and oven. Not working.

Later we discovered all the receptacles were not working. And all the plumbing was not working. The heater was not working. We were in for a long night and, in fact, had one.

After blaming everything on the new microwave they brought Sunday and our plugging in too many things in the sockets, Grazia promised she'd send her electrician and handyman in the morning.

It's 10 a.m. as I write this more than 12 hours after the second blackout and the posse has not arrived.

I think what happened was a strong electric surge hit the house and knocked out all the appliances, but that doesn't explain the lights still working.

If the mystery is solved, I'll report the results. If it's a VENDETTA, I may not be able to.

Later this morning.....

The men came 90 minutes late. They knew of a separate circuit breaker that I didn't and flipping it turned everything on. We were told not to use more electric items. We told them we wanted to leave but they wouldn't return any money.

We will stay here and since we are together and have friends coming all will turn out well.

Except now, I have a VENDETTA!