Exploring & Escapades

Bagni della Regina Giovanna

Bagni della Regina Giovanna, if I could only pick one place to ever go back to in Sorrento, it would be here.

I had never heard of it until I saw a post on Instagram days before my trip, and even then, I didn’t know much about it, so I ran here in the morning just to see it. It was more beautiful than I ever imagined. I fell in love; I came back that night. I had to, if only to watch the sunset. I wish I could go back to swim, to see what lies around that corner at the end of the bridge!

We could see the city further down the coast, and it was loud and full. But we were here alone, just us, our wine, our cheese, and the sea.

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June 15, 2017

Sorrento

Sorrento, an explosion of sensation. Vibrant color, vibrant smell, so intense and all-encompassing.

I started my day in the lemon orchards on the east side of town, pushed my way through the tourists in the market, wandered downward to Marina Grande, stumbled on an enchanting seaside garden, stopped for the view. I ate alone there, rosé and pizza under a canopy of wisteria against a backdrop of Mount Vesuvius towering over the Tyrrhenian Sea. Blue, blue, blue, everywhere. It was so bright and serene.

June 13, 2017

Amalfi

Amalfi, a quick trip. Too quick, just enough for a snack before boarding the last return ferry to Sorrento after a long and slow bus ride from Positano along the windy, narrow, mountain roads.

I loved the ferry. I loved seeing it all from the sea, growing smaller and smaller as we propelled away from the coast. The wind was so violent whipping in my face. We passed Capri and arrived in Marina Piccola less than hour after departure.

Away from the crowds, isolated by the roar of the engines and the winds, it was beautiful to sit and breath it in – the sea, the floras, and the lemon.

June 9, 2017

Positano

Positano, what a dream. I’m not even sure if it’s a real place. The rainbow cliffs, the blue-green sea. The pastels. The perfect light. It’s alive and crisp. It’s in your face, crowded, a maze. The water is so vibrant and clear that you can see the seabed from the cliffs. The smell of floral, of lemon is inescapable.

We arrived via bus in the morning from Sorrento, only for an afternoon. I ate lemon cream gelato by the seaside, collected seaglass on the beach like a little girl, wandered the alleyways.

I don’t know how to describe it. I feel permanently attached. I need to come back.

“Positano bites deep. It is a dream place that isn’t quite real when you are there and becomes beckoningly real after you have gone.”

– John Steinbeck