Well, it's been a while... but I finally got some Positano pictures uploaded!
My apologies to those of you with dialups - I've tried to "smallify" these pictures so they'll load quicker.
So, there we are on the ferry to Positano... and all of a sudden, the prettiest town I've ever seen slides in to view.
The town just keeps going up and up and up....
We arrive on the rocky beach and take stock of our surroundings.
It becomes clear that we're going to have to head right up the side of the cliff to get to where we'll be staying. In order to show everyone just how hardcore we really are, we elect to WALK (?) up to the place carrying our backpacks. Ahem.
A friendly Italian man tells us it's about 700 steps straight up, but do we let that deter us? NO! We're newlyweds! We're young, spry, wiry, and we will show this little hill who it's boss really is!
Well, not so much... we start our walk, go up one seemingly endless staircase, and count 92 steps. This may take longer than we thought. We turn the corner...
Yeah. We're less than a seventh of the way there. Well, it's really pretty, and it really can't be too much longer, can it? (ah, to be so young and naive once more.)
Luckily, there were some beautiful views along the way, so we were able to stop and rest and take pictures and yell "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!" (In all fairness, that last bit may have been exclusively me. Newly-husbear was being very supportive, but dang, was that a lot of stairs!)
Everything was so photogenic. (If our honeymoon had a theme, it would be "everything was so photogenic.") It seemed we couldn't turn a corner without seeing the most picturesque thing ever.
I mean, come on. Who actually lives in a place like this?
We finally made it to the top (click on this link to see a picture of how high we were!)
I had a serious sense of accomplishment from making it up all those stairs, though. We conquered those stairs many more times before leaving Positano, too... our calves grew three sizes that week.
After a little rest and bearing-catching and apologizing (again, mostly me...) we headed up just a little further to a small grocery to stock up on the essentials. We got the components of a nice snack - lots of protein! - and went back down to our place to have a little bite to eat.
This is our porch, and that's Husbear with our wine, mozzarella, tomatoes, mortadella, and crazy good bread.
See? The walk was totally worth it - our view was awesome! The rocks over Husbear's shoulder are supposedly the home of the Sirens. Homer was apparently familiar with this area, and we heard a lot of local stories about how landmarks match up with the story of Odysseus' travels. Interesting.
It was a lucky thing that snack was so good, because dinner was decidedly odd. Pretty good and everything, but definitely odd.
Before you ask, yes, those are beets on that pizza. But that's also a jug of housemade wine, which came out of a big barrel in the depths of the restaurant, so we could forgive a little strangeness. And, the crust was completely awesome - still a better pizza by far than any we could get around here.
Plus, the place had this for a view, so we could have forgiven it an awful lot.
Whew - I think I've foisted enough pictures on you for today, thanks!
-girlie
Yay !
what a fun, well written and well spelled entry about the arrival to positano !!!
how WAS the beet pizza?
auntie
Posted by: auntie | Thursday, 27 October 2005 at 15:22