I used to think that I was a pretty good writer. I loved to write, and I thought that my vocabulary and syntax, etc. created pretty good sentences—as in, people could easily see what I was describing and put themselves into the world I created with my words. But, faced with the task of writing about Ravello, a small little town overlooking the Amalfi Coast, I just know that my words will not be able to do the experience justice. The pictures…well, they will be a little better. But really, you must all just go. That’s the only solution we have here.
The morning of May 2nd started off with a visit to the local pasticceria, overlooking the ocean. A creme-filled croissant and espresso for breakfast? Please can I have that everyday? We then decided we were ready to begin the trek up to Ravello, but nothing could have prepared us for the amount of steps that awaited us. And nothing could have prepared us for the views that awaited us. The hike up took around two hours, with frequent stops for slightly out-of-shape Faustyna to pretend she was soaking in the sights when really her heart rate was just a little too high to be comfortable. Damn those French cheeses!
Ravello…where do I begin?! Lunch was prosciutto e melone and a caprese salad on a terrasse overlooking the Mediterranean. Afterwards, we just walked around aimlessly. Sometimes, that is the best way to discover a little town. We stumbled upon one of the most beautiful little hidden parks. We had lemon granita in the main piazza. We took a lot of photos. Mostly, we just loved life.
In the late afternoon, we headed back down the cliffs to Minori, our legs shaking from fatigue but our minds (and hearts!) telling us that it was all worth it. A bottle of wine awaited us, which we consumed on our porch (also with a view of the ocean). Dinner? Was fabulous, as per usual. Amalfi Coast, you are heaven.