Day 4

Captain’s log, day 4: today is the day the lag from the jet finally catches up to me. We don’t have anything formally planned today, so I order room service to be delivered at 10 to prevent sleeping the day away. I need not worry because a rooster that sounds like he climbed 5,000 steps to see the sun begins his odd Italian crowing around 530 am. Promptly at 10, an incredible spread was brought to our terrace complete with espresso, eggs, prosciutto, cheese, chocolate-filled croissants, fresh-squeezed orange juice, prosseco and, of course, limoncello. It’s ridiculously amazing and starts the day just right. We take our time lazily preparing for the day and decide to do some shopping at stores (as seen on TikTok). Luckily the path to the stores is mostly downhill. The shopping district of Positano is absolutely charming, but it is targeted towards tourists which is reflected in the prices. Nicole finds exactly what she’s looking for, but considering there’s no TJMaxx or Marshalls here, I do not. We stop for a quick bite and decide on sushi. An odd choice indeed, but the fish is SO fresh it melts in your mouth. We are pleased with the light, delicious meal. We continue our journey down the winding, crowded streets of shops and people from around the world. We pop in for an affogato: a shot of espresso over gelato. What’s not to like?? It should be illegal it’s so good. I do find a little lemoncello shop and the owner is a complete bitch to us in the best way, so of course I must buy all of her wares. We continue on and find ourselves once again near the shoreline, but opt for having a glass of wine on a veranda versus jumping into the frigid waters. Rock guy is down there again, which is also a deterrent. We stop by a little market with fresh fruit and produce and the largest lemons I’ve ever seen. As the saying goes, when life hands you giant-ass lemons, you make lemoncello. We stop by the bustling ferry station to change our Sunday ticket to the earlier departure time. Don’t want to risk missing our train to Florence. We tell ourselves we need the exercise and once again begin the ascent of a thousand stairs. We come up with a brilliant idea of the step and sip (trademark pending) bar crawl, but we most unfortunately do not pass any bars. We enter the hotel sweaty with lungs burning and who is stepping out of the elevator? KATIE! She’s so happy to actually meet us and greets us with giggles and hugs. She’s adorable. We get to our terrace, turn on some music, watch the sun melt behind the mountains, and take in the majesty of our surroundings. It’s a little late, but we decide to go grab dinner at a tiny restaurant just down the street from us. Such a better experience than the night before, even with the 3-4 resident cats roaming around the tables. With full tummies and happy hearts we head back to get some much-needed rest before our excursion to CAPRI bright and early tomorrow!! Fino ad allora…ciao bellas!!

PS I learned vaffanculo means fuck you in Italian. yw