We are already in Positano as I’m writing this post. I’m writing this post, sitting on my terrace, wrapped in a wool blanket on a beach chair, drinking Prosecco (their sparkling wine). It really doesn’t get better than this.
When we got here yesterday, I knew I loved this place. First, our room is fantastic. We were talking the other night about rooms etc., and which was our favorite…and without letting out secrets of a future post (I know…anticipation)….this is my favorite…hands down. I would bath in a rain barrel if it meant I could have this room again.
It is a summer town. Our hotel is actually closing down on November 1 for the winter. At night as you look around, there are not a lot of lights on in houses. Our driver to the restaurant last night said that he actually goes to Miami in the winter to be a private driver leaving his wife and 2 small children here in Positano. We are truly lucky to be living where we do. They work very hard here.
The beach is nice…pebbely…not very big…and must be packed in the summer. The clothes are great….bohemian style which I totally love. I would be a very happy summer resident here.
The whole point of Positano was to relax at the end of our trip, and we are. Well at least that was my plan. This morning we had a late and lazy breakfast on our terrace, and I was comfortably sitting on my beach chair…sun shining….tea next to me….everything right with the world. Then, Rick asked what I would like to do today…apparently it wasn’t obvious that I had taken up residence right here on the terrace. We started discussing where we thought the restaurant we had dinner at last night was located, and Rick passed me tiny(our laptop), and asked if I thought this was where….conveniently located on a scooter rental page. So much for my peace.
An hour later I find myself on the back of another scooter to help Rick “really experience the Amalfi Coast drive”. Which meant, that I would also “really experience the Amalfi Coast drive”. The things we do for love!
The drive going to Amalfi is scarier than the drive coming from Amalfi. I knew at least if I survived getting there, I would be fine getting back. The scooter we are on has 25,000 kms on it and is a 125, with God only knows what kind of mechanical issues….we realize that Italians pretty much drive whatever…in whatever shape. My confidence in the machine itself is not overwhelmingly good. A handsome man in a purple sweater and jeans named Marco hands us the keys…and what I really wanted to do was exit with him. Maybe that’s another post.
The drive out of Positano is fine…buildings on either side and a one way street. No problemo. It’s when we get out. Now Rick is just feeling the scooter out at this point, so the driving is slow, and the height is not that bad. Once he figures it out, I have a few scary kms.
Here is how the scene plays out….we lean…we move over to the left….lean….we move over to the right….lean again…left….lean again…right…until I feel like if I lean to the right one more time I am going to lean right over the edge…and fall. He is driving this scooter like it is some sport bike. I have been riding behind this man for 27 years on dirt bikes and motorcycles, he is an excellent driver, but I have never been so scared as this drive. Even at Disney the fear only lasts a minutes tops. Finally these dreaded words came out of my mouth….honey…can you slow down during the right turns…you are scaring the shit out of me! You have to understand the height of this rock wall is about 3ft at most, and I am sitting higher than that on this scooter, and it is a cliff….not a drop off with a few flat spots on it so that the fall is gentle…nope this is…just rock face cliff….next stop Mediteranean Sea. They say in some spots it’s like 500 feet! That’s high!
Thankfully it is cold when we get to Amalfi, and it spits a bit of rain…so we head back to Positano, where I can sit on my beach chair, wrapped in a wool blanket, and drink Prosecco.
We spend the rest of the evening, having a calzone with wine on our terrace, instead of an 80Euro dinner, we have a 10Euro dinner. It is a great end to a great day….and a great trip. It is the best night. We sit until 9ish enjoying the sea, the moonlight, the fact we are in Positano. It is magical. There is nothing I love more than this. I wished I had a mattress and a down duvet. That would have been perfect.
Tomorrow, we are driving to Rome. We have an early flight out on Friday morning with Lufthansa airlines, which should be interesting. From Rome to Frankfurt, then to home. I am not sad to leave. I am ready to be home.
The beach in Positano. 
Down at the beach. 
We had lunch at this restaurant. 
On the pier in Positano. 
Me on the beach. 
Positano beach. 
Lunch at the beach. Over-priced, but good. 
The chairs I spent many an hour on…can you see why…what a view… 
View from our terrace…there is a storm approaching…which was just spitting rain by the time it got to us. 
My place. When it got cold I ordered up a wool blanket to wrap up in. 
Our feet, relaxing finally. 
View of Positano. 
Our breakfast on our terrace at Villa Rosa. 
Our favorite spot. 
Our terrace at breakfast. 
On our sooter journey. 
Seriously, do you see the height of the concrete barrier? 
Just showing you again. 
Terraces down from Ravello….on our scooter. 
Yes, that is a town down there. 
More scooter shots. 
Could it be any higher…with a 3ft railing between me and certain death. 
More terraces….all of lemon trees. 
A very narrow….very high bridge… 
These are our “booby” cakes. When we picked them in the case they were new perfect. Alas after the journey back, full of ups and downs, age takes it toll. Still delicious though! 
More f@#@$ steps up to our hotel.
Clearly Carla 
Thanks for taking me ont his journey with you. I’ve loved every post! Safe journey home.
xx
I loved reading your posts Carla! You did a great job making me feel like I was right there experiencing the trip along with you. Let Rick know my 5 bags of whites will be arriving tomorrow… postage paid of course.
thank for the great trip that you took us on. we really loved it. I hope you can rest a little before you come home. Have a nice trip back we are thinking of you. g,b.