I have just returned from my third annual trip to paradise…er…Positano. It gets harder to leave each time. I wish I could just pack up my belongings and move there. Yes, I know it’s not perfect, and reality would be different than I imagine – I read Nicki’s blog every day - but please allow me to live in my little fantasy world…
I traveled with two of my best friends. One has been with me each time I’ve been to Positano, and the other experienced her first trip to Italy.
Said friends had never met each other before, and got along famously.
I finally met Nicki! Unfortunately, we were only able to chat twice for a few minutes each time, but we shall rectify that the next time I’m there.
I resolved an ongoing “issue” I had with one of the locals. We had a great time hanging out together after the issue was resolved, but now I miss this person terribly!
Strangely enough, I did not drink a great deal of wine, but what wine I did have was delicious...and from the Campania region.
I swam in the beautiful water of the Tyrrhenian Sea, spent entirely too much money in Sorrento, saw Amalfi for the first time, and took in the beauty of Capri for the second time.
I bought an unbelievable amount of candy. I'm not much of a candy eater, but the fact that it's Italian candy and I won't see it again for a year makes me go a little crazy!
I witnessed the annual Saint Vito festival for the second year in a row. I am constantly in awe of how Italians celebrate things...so very different than life in the states...
One morning I spent hours just wandering the streets of Positano by myself, and I felt more comfortable, more at peace, more at home than I have ever felt before. I felt like I was "home". I know some of you understand exactly what I mean.
Since I couldn't carry-on bottles of limoncello, due to the new safety rules, I packed several bottles very carefully. All of them survived the trip home.
I managed to hold back the tears until I was safely alone at home, locked in the bathroom so my husband wouldn't see.
Within 48 hours, I was planning next year's trip...
These are the ponderings of a grown woman who is trying to figure out what to do with her life. I'm pretty much stuck in a rut right now, and am trying to find my way out. I'm searching for...something to be.