Ciao! Welcome back to part two of my favorite Italian adventures!
In part one our last place of residence was Positano, so now after a short drive of just under an hour we found ourselves at the next destination – Sorrento.
Equally as beautiful as Positano but scenically different, Sorrento still captured that Amalfi Coast magic. It’s quite ironic really that after my post of June 18th, ‘To Do This Summer: Conquer My Fear of Water’, it appeared that that was the gift that Sorrento gave me. With a gorgeous cove cordoned off from the sea, it served as a natural salt water pool. I certainly had reservations about swimming, but I figured the beau would save me if anything happened (!) and I subsequently and quite literally took the plunge. Surrounded by boulders, the water was a stunning aqua green and clear to the eye. Despite that, looking the 6ft plus into the water wasn’t something I was eager to do. Once in, I turned into a water baby. I happily tread water, swam, floated and generally basked in the delicious hot sunshine. In that moment, I possessed a confidence that I felt in water that has never been present before. That feeling was nothing. It was nothing because what had disappeared was fear.
Now I could write for hours about this one. Aside from the fact that we met up with my bestie and her fiancé, which was epic in its own right, it had to be our breakfast routine. You can ask any of my immediate family members and they’ll tell you that most of the childhood memories I have are somehow associated with food, so it’s hardly surprising that I had an obsession with the continental breakfasts in Italy!
The utter bliss of this section of the trip was walking out on to our terrace and sitting down at the table for breakfast. Interspersed with chatting and eating, every now and again I would find that I’d completely stopped chewing having been wholly consumed at the picturesque view I found myself simply just staring at.
I’d pick cherry tomatoes off the vine, bring cheeses, meats, bread and crackers; fruit, juices, coffee and tea, it really was a veritable feast.
Now, interestingly enough, there really isn’t much in Pisa. It’s a very run-of-the-mill suburban town, quite grimy too. As we trundled off to see the Leaning Tower of Pisa, I was surprised to find there was a Duomo di Pisa and the Pisa Baptistery alongside it. Just shows you I didn’t do my research before I left! Disappointingly, the Leaning Tower was somewhat underwhelming to see; however, the Duomo di Pisa was spectacular. Unfortunately, we didn’t have time to go in as we were traveling to Florence but I did take a sneaky picture and it looked truly breathtaking inside.
Oh Florence, how I could have happily moved in with you! Definitely my number one place out of the whole trip, no questions asked. It’s practically impossible to choose one thing but if my life was at stake it would have to be the Palazzo Pitti or Pitti Palace in English.
Inside were the most amazing royal apartments. I LOVE looking at furniture and apartments; stately homes; palaces or other such structures which hold a ridiculous amount of history but stand very similarly to that as they did so many years ago. It must originate from walking around museums as a child which I didn’t appreciate enough then, but now, now I can wander for hours looking at furniture trying to grasp the reality of what is in front of me.
I was also very taken with Ponte Vecchio at sunset. That was really special, walking across as we made our way to dinner on our last night.
So there you have it, aside from our drive back to Rome which was next, that was our holiday, a holiday that we were so fortunate to have experienced. It really was the holiday of a lifetime!