P o s i t a n o
arrived in Positano and it is literally a dream. i have butterflies. i was staring at the cliff and thought my eyes were deceiving me cause it does NOT LOOK REAL.
this was the last major place on my euro bucket list, maybe only Cappadocia in Turkey is left (although i would obv go anywhere if given the option, let’s not kid ourselves). i have wanted to come ever since i pinned its photo on my “to-go” board on Pinterest like 5 years ago, so of course for my “passion” leg i had to slot’er in!!flew into Naples, then it’s an easy 2-bus route to Sorrento and then Positano. you just hop on at the airport. i am staying at Hostel Brikette which is a lil pricey for a hostel but it’s the only hostel in Positano and the view is breathtaking!!
my first eve i was wandering around in a daze just taking pics of everything in awe. i met locals Lorenzo, Vito, Ricardo, who took me to a fave beach, got me a limoncello and drove me home on their scooter. i love Italian accents they literally are like “spagHETTi carbonARa”. they work at a family clothing store, run an air bnb, and run the tour boats to Capri and live a simple life of making spagHETTi with their FAMily and walking in barefeet. all the locals know each other, like literally all of them. it is so so precious.i went on a kayak with Lorenzo, checked out the “air bnb” (castle) built into the cliff where riri stays when she comes, and a cave.
was strolling around planning on an early night when Katie from australia and Luigi from here pulled me over to their table for a limoncello spritz. this led to another limoncello spritz, lots of wine and a second dinner with Luigi and Nicola lol. yolo.i am learning that the locals are VERY friendly and they looove to hang out. for extended periods of time.i had a beach day but am dyyying to come here in the summer. the beach will be so so adorable with all the blue circle umbrellas and boats dotting the water. also Katie tells me the beach bar scene “goes off” in the summer.
i got a really good taste for the local lifestyle while i was here; each night i somehow found myself sitting at a table with 2 or 3 italian men, sipping wine or limoncellos. i went to a local’s bday party on my last night and got flashbacks of Jersey Shore. they gave me a giant takeaway pizza which i trekked up the gazillion stairs with, handing out to locals along the way. Christian said next time i come i can stay for free in his hotel and YOU BETTER BELIEVE I’M GONNA HOLD HIM TO THAT.
i think Positano is the most instagrammable place on planet earth. there are lilacs everywhere, the cutest alleys and doorways. in the evenings the clouds form around the hilltops and look all moody and majestic.
i am leaving here with very defined calves. stairs FOR DAYS. the locals love to say “when iiii was young, i used to climb these steps 3, 4, 10 times a day”. it’s like how my parents say they used to trek to school in a few feet of snow lol.i feel like my heart physically hurts to leave Positano. it’s weird. i felt this way leaving Bali too. i think it’s cause i have this desperate need to come back but i don’t know when i’ll be able to. there’s so much left in the world still to see before i can make any repeats.
but anyway, grateful to have made it this time. the show must go on!! ciao bellas!