We flew from Paris to Naples, met our driver, and rode to Positano. On the way our driver talked about food, Star Trek (he’s a fanatic Trekkie), and how Northern Italians hate the Southerners. Although I’d been dimly aware of it, I hadn’t realized how deeply felt this North-South antipathy was. Americans were everywhere and the town itself felt very touristy. Still, it is breathtakingly picturesque with buildings stacked wedding-cake style tumbling down to the sea.
Here is an evening view from our hotel room balcony.
The first night, we ate at a great down-home place high in the hills, Ristorante da Costantino, where we had a wonderful meal with awesome home-made pasta and were entertained by stories from the owner. Instead of vanilla rum, in this region, we get a cold bottle of Limoncello and frosty shot glasses.
This stuff is addicting!
We visited Amalfi the next day. I was very impressed by the Sant'Andrea Duomo
with its incredible works of art. You should absolutely not miss the museum and crypt
which supposedly contains the remains of Saint Andrew.
Pompeii next.
Here is an evening view from our hotel room balcony.
The first night, we ate at a great down-home place high in the hills, Ristorante da Costantino, where we had a wonderful meal with awesome home-made pasta and were entertained by stories from the owner. Instead of vanilla rum, in this region, we get a cold bottle of Limoncello and frosty shot glasses.
This stuff is addicting!
We visited Amalfi the next day. I was very impressed by the Sant'Andrea Duomo
with its incredible works of art. You should absolutely not miss the museum and crypt
which supposedly contains the remains of Saint Andrew.
Pompeii next.