Positano is a town Sharon has wanted to visit for a long time. We tried to incorporate it into our last overseas trip seven years ago, but finances and time (or lack there of for both) and a pregnancy got in the way.
On our first morning in Sorrento, we headed out just planning on going for a short drive around, without actually taking anything for a day out, but ended up at Positano on the beach enjoying the sun.
Given our lack of preparedness for the beach, Faith was running round starkers, whilst Emma was in her underwear. Not wanting the children to play alone in the water I was forced to attempt the ‘Mr. Bean get’s changed at the beach’ method – I didn’t want to be stuck in wet undies for the rest of the day. Not being as flexible as I used to (yes, I’ve done it before), an alternate, more frank, method had to be employed.
Sharon, witnessing this event from the top of the beach (white shows up very well on black…), thought that a souvenir from Positano would be a great idea – so we have a towel now with the town’s name on it.
The kids and I spent quite a while playing in the water and pebbly, black sand, whilst Sharon chatted to elderly British tourists.
Following an enjoyable play time, a photo shoot and a difficult exit from the beach – black sand gets hotter than regular sand we’ve discovered – we sat down at Chez Black for a nice lunch.
In our lead up to our trip, Sharon found out that Positano and the area around it is famous for its lemon growing, and particularly, a drink made from the lemons, limoncello. So I thought I’d try some at lunch.
She had, however, forgotten to mention to me, that limoncello is a liqueur. The first thing that twigged me to it, was the fact that it came served in what was practically a thimble. The second was the potent waft of alcohol fumes that hit my nostrils when I lifted the drink to my face. Not being a big drinker of alcohol, I took it really slowly, but my head was spinning by the end of lunch.