Italy. There is nothing quite like it.
Of all the language used this past month, "ciao" is one word I definitely miss.
Positano is nestled in the Amalfi Coast, which it a stretch of coastline in southern Italy. Getting there is quite the task. You need to take a flight to Naples First. Then, find the Autolinee Curreri and take that (about an hour through very beautiful but winding roads) to the Circumvesuviana station in Sorrento. After that, you gotta grab the SITA Sud and ride that another hour to Positano.
Did I mention the ride was BEAUTIFUL? Did I also mention the busses are full-size large commercial vehicles? The ones where your bags go under the bus? Did I also mention that the Amalfi Coast wasn't really built with large vehicles in mind? Watching these drivers navigate such small winding roads was incredible. When two of these busses had to pass one another, it was this dance of sorts. Never have I had more respect for a bus driver than I did in those moments.
We actually stayed in the nearby town of Praiano, in a cute little Airbnb owned by a couple with a ceramic shop downstairs. Everything had ceramic details from the headboard to the cups and plates. We finally had a kitchen, and naturally we were going to treat ourselves to amazing meals full of authentic ingredients. The (most adorable ever) grocery store was a 15 minute trek directly uphill (via lots of steps), but you were rewarded with many adorable cats along the way (squee!)
An afternoon meandering around the streets and beach of Positano led us to a wonderful lunch full of bread, pasta, tiramisu, and of course Limoncello. We spent a day at the beach (our first and only of the trip) drinking beers, taking photos, and hanging with a local beach bum dog named Nando. Later that night we spotted Nando on our path to dinner, and he decided to follow us the whole way. We made some midwestern friends and enjoyed the slow pace of the city.
When I was first having some emotional turmoil a couple months ago and this trip was coming to fruition, I hung a photo of Positano (that Woody took two years ago) in my cubical to remind me of the "end goal". As we planned our destinations Positano didn't make the cut mostly for a mix of financial and logistical reasons. But then we found ourselves sitting in Prague asking where we wanted to head next. After batting around a few ideas, Italy fell back into place and I'm so thankful for it.
Next Up: Barcelona, Spain
To get anywhere, you had to take at least 1,000,000 steps. This is, the way of the Amalfi Coast.
This little cross-eyed cat was seconds from getting packed into my backpack.
Lemons the size of your FACE
Remember when I said the Airbnb owners worked in a ceramic shop below? Lots of cool details everywhere.
Describing this place is like trying to explain the size and significance of the Rocky Mountains.
Crazy Cat Lady paradise.
Positano from a distance. I couldn't build a stable building out of paper and straws in middle school, but yet someone managed to build an entire city on the side of a cliff.