Positano was one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever imagined. The cliffside villas, the clear water, the pebble beach. Everyone was incredibly friendly and I brushed up on my college Italian. It felt like we were in the middle of a postcard and it almost makes me sad to look at the pictures because it was such a lovely time. We ate gobs of pizza and gelati. We sat in the sun and slept in late. We walked the narrow streets – Positano centers around one beach and our hotel (Buca di Bacco) was on it. There are roads that take you all the way down but 200 yards from the beach they become too narrow for cars. We had to walk the rest of the way down and have our bags portered.
Our room opened up onto a balcony and we had two chairs so we could sit and people-watch.
Journaling
The Window Shopper 
