We took another stroll around Sorrento this morning and then headed to the SITA bus stop for the highly anticipated ride along the Amalfi Coast. The key here is to snag a seat on the righthand side of the bus so you can experience the fear that comes with thinking your bus will tumble over the meager railing and down the cliff. We know those seats go quickly, so we actually passed up on a half-full bus so we could be the first in "line" (in quotes because Italians are so opposed to queuing that they apparently don't even have a word for it) for the next bus. We still had to elbow some people out of the way, but we got our seats!
We wanted to get settled into our hotel right away, so we rode straight past Positano and into the small, quiet town of Praiano. We wanted our experience to be as authentic and relaxing as possible, and Hirsh picked very well! We booked three nights (our longest stay yet in one place!) at the wonderful Hotel La Sirene, owned and operated by the loveliest Italian family. Truly, they are just impossibly nice and hospitable. Our room has its own private balcony looking straight out to the Mediterranean. Before you think we blew the budget, this was really just a very lucky find at an incredibly reasonable price. A mid-range chain hotel in Durham would cost more. It pays to venture off the beaten path.
We were pretty excited to see a real Mediterranean beach so we headed down the path. About 200 steps down, we were thinking: ohgodwhathavewedone!? 200 steps later, we were there. After all that, the beach was, well, here...
We hate to be negative but it was disappointing. The "beach" was a concrete slab and the swimming cove was pretty small, but we dove in to say we did it. It made us so grateful for the beautiful beaches in our very own NC. We won't talk about the long walk back up those stairs. It's just too painful.
We cleaned up and headed into the tiny main town for dinner at Tramonto d'Oro. The view was nice and the food was OK, but the most exciting thing was the surprise fireworks show over in Positano, celebrating some Catholic holiday which still remains a mystery to us. We shared a Caprese salad, fish, a bottle of white wine, and gelato, then walked home and collapsed exhaustedly into bed.