48 hours in Sorrento
I’ve been always wondering how Italy would be like. Would it be flavored from Amalfi lemons? Will it be sour and sweet like balsamic vinegar, wet and summery like the Mediterranean?
When I arrived at Sorrento I immediately felt the summer sun soaking my bones in divine light and the sea breeze making me feel positive about life. I roamed the little streets of this tiny town, stone and marble, anciently beautiful and juvenile at the same time. I bought hand-painted postcards and ate lemon ice cream, quite possibly the best gelato of my life.
When in Sorrento take your time to fully explore the town. Listen to the people speaking Italian, let them talk to you about their story. They are all incredibly in love with Italy and they’re the ones who will tell you the truth. I met such a lovely girl when I was there, Andrea, she told me where to eat pizza, about her dreams of studying abroad and coming back to open a little hotel and how she likes to watch the lights from Amalfi at night. No one speaks English there, but they talk with such passion, half Italian half English. I understood, even though the words were tangled and I realized that people are the same everywhere, same dreams and same hope.
I liked the buildings, the sun, the breeze, the feelings of home I felt when I looked at the Mediterranean. This sea binds us more than blood ever will. We are the children of the sun and the sea. Whoever experiences these elements will always have this temperament of happiness and cheekiness that makes our life beautiful and unique.
I will definitely go back to the Amalfi coast, to Positano or even the island of Capri, to soak up more of this Italian way of living life to the fullest and try all the cheese and the wine and the ravioli!
Have you ever been to Italy?
How was it like for you?