Exploring & Escapades

bits & pieces of my travels

Tag: Italy

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.

Advertisements

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.

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.

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

Sorrento Sunset

Arrived in Sorrento just in time for the sunset after a day of travelling via train, plane, and cab. We had wine and cheese on the balcony, and I took it all in with my cousins from above the marina at their hotel on the cliff.

Florence, Again

IMG_7628IMG_7364 IMG_7396 IMG_7398 IMG_7414 IMG_7420 IMG_7426 IMG_7433 IMG_7567 IMG_7569 IMG_7570 IMG_7573 IMG_7574 IMG_7575 IMG_7576 IMG_7585 IMG_7591 IMG_7601 IMG_7604 IMG_7608

“Now really, go back and get some more gelato. I’m not kidding – you are in Florence, and in a few short days, you won’t be anymore. You would hate to live a life of regret knowing you didn’t live life to the fullest.”

Florence was magical. Within a day, it felt like home. The food, the art, wandering aimlessly through the beautiful city. Ten days flew by too quickly. We’ll be back.

 

%d bloggers like this: