Perpetual Beauty – Positano, Italia – 12 ottobre 2015

Too much of a good thing?!  I think not!  Another gorgeous day with no agenda.  Here are some photos and a funny story or two…


There are more boats out today – the water is calm.


I wouldn’t object to sitting on the balcony all day, except I might miss something.


You don’t have to be able to read Italian to understand this sign.


This kitty isn’t worried about missing anything.


Hot fun in the sun!


We’ve made our way to the docks.  A woman after my own heart – a cat at her feet and a kitten in her palm.


We’re walking north along the coast…


I wish I could do this at a moment’s notice.


The local wildlife.


We have arrived at Spiaggia di Fornillo.


The beach was quiet.  I’m sure it’s a different scene in the summer!


These rocks were difficult to navigate barefoot.


We had a snack and drinks at Pupetto’s.  This is grilled mozzarella on lemon leaves.


On the walk back to Spiaggia Grande, the water sparkled like diamonds.  It was impossible to for me to photograph, but, I will long remember it.


Helping the baby up the hill.


Freaky cloud – reminded me of a trophozoite.


When shadows are better than the real thing…


Loving laundry


I had to lean against the opposite wall so I wouldn’t fall over when I looked up!


I waved when this Fiat drove by.  The passenger shot up out of the sun roof and waved back.  Ha!


Donald Duck and the Italian flag.  What did you expect?


I like use of the vertical space for pots!





These steps just needed a little TLC.




Look down – lots of stairs.  Look out – big views.


Initially, the barking dog got my attention.  But, the sign still baffles me.


“I’ll get to you when I get to you.”



I wish I had more than one step leading to my house!


The Three Sisters


A break, a snack and a drink…


Almost lost our rear ends getting this photo – had to negotiate a narrow road with speeding cars and scooters.  We’re getting good at it!


We had dinner at Ristorante Max.  We sat on the back patio – it was lovely.  It was a bit fancier than I expected – and, with fancy comes inflated prices.  That’s just the practical side of me coming out.  Same fish – same ocean…

The couples on either side of us offered menu suggestions.  A couple from Texas, celebrating their anniversary, offered us life advice as well.  Some weird 80/20 rule.  (You bring home 100% of the money.  I’ll spend 80% of it and give you 20% of my time.  Something like that.  Some people are not my kind of people.)  When they left some ”Valley” girls were seated at the table – we think they were sisters.  In no time at all, they were quarreling and left in a hurry.  Sheesh.  Lighten up folks!  You’re in beautiful Italy!


Tonight we pack – read ‘stuff still damp clothes and heavy bags of sea glass into backpacks’.  Tomorrow, we travel inland – not an easy feat in il mezzogiorno when you don’t have a car.  We had a lengthy discussion about renting a car, but, decided not to.  We’ll see how that turns out.


Rolling with the Punches – Ischia to Positano – 10 ottobre 2015

It’s a travel day.  It’s pouring rain.  A trend is emerging.

Getting from the island of Ischia to Positano, on the Amalfi coast, could be uncomplicated, but what’s the fun in that?!  Our plan was to take a ferry to Capri and then a ferry to Positano.  We wanted as few transfers as possible because of luggage – and, we traveled light (one 46L backpack and a daypack each).

Well, Mother Nature demanded a little attention and said, “Oh no, ladies!  I’m not letting you off that easy!  Punt!”

The hydrofoil to Capri was cancelled.  Only the large ferries were sailing.  And, they were only sailing to Napoli.  So, we were going to have to do what we didn’t want to do – ferry to Napoli, taxi to Piazza Garibaldi (the scene of the crime!), train to Sorrento, and, lastly, a bus to Positano.  Ugh!

We bought our ferry ticket (17,60 euros) at Ischia Porto and were fortunate to find a sheltered place to sit and wait for the 11:45 ferry.  We thought these seats were across from where the ferry would dock.  But, no.  So, that put as at the back of the line, in the rain, waiting to board.  Oh well, last on, first off.

To say the sea was rough is an understatement.  The ferry would ride to the top of a swell and then crash down.  My travel partner turned white (well, lighter than her fair-skinned self) and starting digging for a zip lock bag in her pack.  She wasn’t the only affected person.   Fortunately, I wasn’t one of them – and, secretly thought it was kind of fun, like an amusement ride.  An Italian man on the other side of me kept saying ole’ every time the ferry jumped the sea hurdles.  He was also singing a comforting little tune (for others).  Very nice of him.  Everyone was relieved to see the shore – and, about that time one of the ferry employees starting passing out barf bags.  A little too late, sir…

When we got off the ferry, Amy turned to me and said, “No more boats!”  Eight minutes later, we were on another ferry to Sorrento!  As it turned out, the 13:00 ferry from Napoli to Sorrento was indeed sailing (12,30 euros), and, we made the very quick decision to avoid the planned taxi and train.  Amy took one for the team.  Thankfully, it was a much smoother ride without incident.  Amy confessed she was thinking about the mechanism of  vomiting on the first ferry.  Ha!

We hauled our backpacks from the shore – up!  And, up!  And, up!  We finally arrived at the stazione (train and bus station).  We bought our SITA bus tickets (1,80 euros each) and, again, found it less than obvious to find the bus stops.  There were two, and, we chose the wrong one.  Hey we had a 50/50 chance!  We enjoyed the beautiful ride to Positano (those poor drivers – it’s a bitch of a drive in a bus).


We got to our hotel,  Albergo California, looking like drowned water rats, only to find out there was a problem with our reservation for the first night of the three night stay.  I was not happy.  I had made that reservation almost 10 months ago on  And, I had called the hotel during our travels to find out where to get off the bus – they didn’t mention a problem then. 

Antonio, at Albergo California, had arranged for us to stay the first night at a 4 star hotel – Hotel Poseidon.  He drove us himself.  (The main reason I was disgruntled was because our bags were soaked.  I really wanted to hang things out to dry – not leave them festering in a bag for another night.  Oh, well.  We are here and it is nice to be here after a long travel day.)



You climb these few stairs and step through the window to access the balcony.  (Room #45)


The balcony was huge!  Too bad it was pouring rain.  I might never have left!

This is a 4 star bathroom.  That’s a lot of white on a lot of green!


We decided to get a light lunch at Caffè Positano – you know, to hold us over until dinner!


Oh, look!  It’s time for dinner (cena) already!  And, dinner was wonderful!  We ate at da Vincenzo Positano.  Marcella, Vincenzo’s wife, took our drink order.  We told her we wanted to practice the language and asked if she would humor us by speaking only in Italiano.  A few minutes later, a young waiter (geez, they’re all adorable) came to our table and started speaking English. He said to us, “Tell me everything!”  Marcella asked him to speak Italiano to us. And, of course, he did. At one point, what seemed like a mild hurricane blew through and caused a huge ruckus with the outdoor portion of the restaurant, but, they quickly got their act together. Great place if you’re ever here!  Super family!

da Vincenzo Positano



Tomorrow’s a new day – may the sun shine brightly!