Following an early morning rise and departure from Rome, we ventured south to Napoli. After arriving into what seemed a rather unsafe, dirty and dank train station, we then had a 15-minute walk to our accommodation, through territory that had me holding my bags tight and sticking close to my compatriots. I must admit - NOT what we were expecting. The silver lining was, whilst waiting for check in time, we left our bags and decided to make our way to Pompeii!! History classes came flooding back and the inner geek in me came out. Having spent a few hours touring the site and taking copious amounts of photographs, we ventured back to Napoli for some pizza. They weren’t kidding when they said the best pizza was in Naples, delish! So simple, but exactly how a pizza should be, and a massive pizza for a measly 5 euro! However, as good as the pizza was, it wasn’t enough to keep us here for another night. So, although the plan was to stay longer, we decided to hightail it out early, after just the one night. We decided a coastal change was in order, so we set our sights on Sorrento…
Having left the town of Napoli bustling behind us, arriving in to the serenity of the Amalfi coast was sublime. We were instantly more relaxed and the Queenslander in me rejoiced at being back by the sea. Sorrento, known as the ‘gateway to the Amalfi Coast’, is a little coastal town in south-western Italy. A beautiful place, where you would be hard pressed to find somewhere without a view to the blue waters of the coast, especially as it is perched along the cliffs on the Sorrentino Coast, facing the Bay of Napoli. Strolling through the streets, there are tons of cafes, restaurants and shops to peruse, and of course the local drink – Limoncello – to taste. Sorrento is renowned for producing Limoncello, the delicious digestif made from lemon, alcohol, water and sugar.
Being peak season and all, I was also on the lookout for any celebrities, as it a location worthy of their attraction. I was informed that Luciano Pavarotti frequented there, but whilst I was able to sample many of the town’s Limoncello stock, I unfortunately did not catch sight of a single Tenor.
However, celebrities aside, the town really does enable daytrips to the 50 kilometres stretch of coast, known famously as the Amalfi Coast. One day we took the ferry over to Positano and explored its beauty. Positano is also a village hugging the cliffside, with a pebble beachfront and steep, narrow streets lined with boutiques and cafes. We walked up through the narrow windy cobbled lanes and up as far as we could before the 35-degree heat and steep incline wore us down. But what a view from up there!
On another day trip we found ourselves on a boat being whisked over to the island of Capri, where we took the chair lift to the top of Ana Capri, before spending the afternoon sailing around the island checking out all the grottoes. The waters are such a clear, deep blue that they are deserving of a colour named just for them – Amalfi blue, has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?
Feeling rejuvenated by the sea and salt air, we decided our cultural side should now be tickled and made arrangements to head back up to the North, and to Florence, the birthplace of the Renaissance.