Positano

Positano was a bit of a disappointment – and that is just me being completely spoiled! The ferries from Sorrento stopped running in mid-October, so we were forced to take the bus (Ian was dreading the idea…we had heard the drive to the Amalfi coast was one of the most scenic and terrifying ever!). The bus ride took approximately 45 minutes – most of which was on winding roads with the mountain one side and amazing views of the ocean on the other. On that day, the sky was grey and the air was cold…not the right combination for a small beach town. After a couple of hours of wandering around a slightly deserted town (I’m sure it is amazing in the summer months…as shown in The Talented Mr. Ripley), we decided to head back home. The ride back was exponentially worse than the ride there. The bus was completely packed and we made the 45 minute journey standing in the isle of the bus – by the time we reached Sorrento we were both motion sick. It’s a good thing we didn’t celebrate Ian’s birthday this way!