There is nothing quite like arriving to the port of Positano. The humble Italian homes mixed with stunning hotels, churches and navy blue water make for the perfect welcome.
A stay in Positano is only complete when you get to bunk at Le Sirenuse. This place is heaven on earth and has the single best terrace I have ever had the pleasure to luxuriate on.
Breakfast, some lunches and aperitivo were spent on the terrace overlooking the sea – this for me is the number one spot in Positano.
To work off some of the Italian delicacies I had at breakfast, a walk to Nocelle is a must. Not for the faint-hearted, this walk consists of 1,700 (very steep) steps – it’s tough but well worth it once you’re up there.
Many will tell you to take a trip to Amalfi, but I found it too touristy with mediocre shopping and buses blocking every road. Ravello is where it’s at for a day trip, so grab a bus from Amalfi and wind your way up the coast to this iconic place, which is famous for its amazing music festivals.
Walking through the streets of Positano is heaven in itself. Fresh fruit and vegetables at every turn, tiled signs and breathtaking beach views make for romantic Italian memories.
An afternoon walk went from exactly that to a very long lunch. Stumbling across La Guarracino was a very good move – a restaurant tucked away in the rocks that served seafood fresh from the sea and a Caprese salad to die for, not to mention to view…
After lunch, a spot of shopping had to be done. I found a boutique called Nabis which sells everything from art to bracelets to plates. I LOVE these jewels made from ceramics, and these underwater, glass-blown treasures.
A great way to travel around the Amalfi coast is by boat – I’d much rather travel by sea than on the sometimes scary road that gets congested with buses, bikes and bad drivers. The views are also awe-inspiring…
They say all good things come to an end, so this is me leaving Positano…
Back in Rome I take a quick visit to the Trevi fountain and make a wish.
Then off for my last supper at Osteria de Fortunata. It’s on Via del Pellegrino and the food is home cooked, full of flavour and out-of-this-world good. Pasta with fresh artichokes was followed by slow-cooked lamb and roasted potatoes then tiramisu for two.
So, here I am drowning my sorrows (in petit fours), a million miles up in the Emirates A380 bound for Dubai. Arrivederci for now Roma…