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Italy Trip: Day Two

Saturday, September 29, 2007

8/30/07

We woke up in Naples (to barking dogs, I guess they didn't want me to feel homesick), and after a full day went to bed in Sorrento to the sound of barking dogs. After an oh-so-Italian breakfast of cappuccino and cornetto at the hotel, we slogged off to the airport - through a gate, through a rental car parking lot, down a street, then out onto the main street that leads to the airport. Thank god we didn't attempt to walk it in the dark last night!
After a brief panic at the bancomat (note to self: remember the $300 daily limit!) we got some euros and waited for the Curreri bus to Sorrento. The hour and half bus ride took us through Naples (to check out everyone's laundry drying on the balconies) and then around the bay to Sorrento. Windy roads and gorgeous views, including the backdrop of Vesuvius. While on the bus I discovered I forgot the directions (and the address) of Hotel Mignon. But Sorrento is small and friendly - I asked a couple of people and they kept pointing us in the right direction. Eventually, we found it, about a 10 minute walk from the train/bus station. We wheeled our suitcases the whole way, down narrow sidewalks...mom was a little embarrassed, but oh well, I told her it's a tourist town and sure enough, we kept passing other people doing the same thing. The owner, Anna, was out 'til three, but we dropped off our suitcases and were given a key, and then left in search of lunch.

Hotel Mignon

Our room at the Hotel Mignon

The centro storico is basically just down the street, so we walked over and picked one of the first places we saw, the Monnalisa. Despite being in tourist central, we had a great lunch of pizza and wine. The highlight was the band who stopped to play - bass, guitar, accordian and a maracas player with his striped shirt, flashy sunglasses and pouty expression. The accordian player liked to imitate the me-meer, me-meer sound of sirens...right in the middle of a song.

Mom at the Monnalisa (note the maracas player in the background)

After lunch and officially checking in at the hotel, we tried to get ahold of Sue and Lance, who we had planned to meet up with in Sorrento. Anna had never heard of the piazza or the b&b where they were staying. She tried to call, but there was no answer. Hmmm... Well, we decided to worry about it later and headed back to the train station to catch a bus for the Amalfi Coast. I swear the bus driver drove with one hand on the wheel and the other on his horn. The ride along the windy coast wasn't too bad, unless I happened to look down at the same time the driver accelerated into a corner. Whoa! Mom didn't think her stomach would make it, so we only went as far as Positano before we got off the bus to explore. The bus dropped us off at the top of town and we walked down, down, down the road, then the stairs, then the road, to the harbor. Since we were too lazy to walk back up to the bus stop, we decided to take the ferry back to Sorrento.

Positano

After a roller coaster ride through the choppy sea, we arrived back in Sorrento and climbed many, many steps back up to the town, where we promptly ran into Sue and Lance. We all strolled around looking for dinner and finally settled on a family-run restaurant where mom and son were quite the schmoozers. The food was good, but not great, but the owner offered his cheek for kisses when we left, so we can say we've (well, everyone but Lance) kissed an Italian man.

looking up at Sorrento from the harbor

After dinner we went back to Sue and Lance's bed and breakfast for a glass of limoncello on their balcony. They share a wall with the church next door. The bed and breakfast is part of an old villa with tons of character. You walk into a big entry through old, huge wooden doors and go around and around and around as you climb up the stairs. Their balcony overlooks a little piazza, which was hoppin' at 10pm. After people watching, we headed back to our own hotel for bed.

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