The Amalfi Coast of Italy
From the title of this post, some of you might be scared…some of you might be intrigued, and some of you might be down right offended; however, judging that you are still reading this and that majority of you know me pretty well, you should know that I keep it pretty PG. After all I idolize the Mister Rogers and the Muppets…granted, Kermit the Frog is often topless, but that is beside the point! No eyes will be scarred in the reading of this blog. Please just bear with me, and all will be explained/shown [wink wink (but seriously, it’s PG)].
When last I wrote, I had left you with my thoughts on northern and central Italy, and now I shall pick up where I left off and explain the next destination of Spring Break 2013: Italian Edition --> The Amalfi Coast.
For those of you who don’t know and are too lazy to google it right now, the Amalfi Coast is the coastline of a small peninsula south of Naples, Italy. It is known for beautiful beaches, cliffside views, and serene peace from other major tourist attractions in Italy. How did I decide on this location? Well, I consulted my travel partner in crime, Laura Euller, who like myself is EXTREMELY attractive and into the great outdoors. Those of you with whom I have spoken have probably heard my unjust, socialist, tree hugging complaint that while living in Nantes, I have had a lack of nature in my day-to-day life. The appropriate response to this lament that many have given is, “Shut the front door, Andrew, and go eat some crêpes, you ungrateful spoiled, scruffy looking, nerf hurder.” To which my response has always been:
When last I wrote, I had left you with my thoughts on northern and central Italy, and now I shall pick up where I left off and explain the next destination of Spring Break 2013: Italian Edition --> The Amalfi Coast.
For those of you who don’t know and are too lazy to google it right now, the Amalfi Coast is the coastline of a small peninsula south of Naples, Italy. It is known for beautiful beaches, cliffside views, and serene peace from other major tourist attractions in Italy. How did I decide on this location? Well, I consulted my travel partner in crime, Laura Euller, who like myself is EXTREMELY attractive and into the great outdoors. Those of you with whom I have spoken have probably heard my unjust, socialist, tree hugging complaint that while living in Nantes, I have had a lack of nature in my day-to-day life. The appropriate response to this lament that many have given is, “Shut the front door, Andrew, and go eat some crêpes, you ungrateful spoiled, scruffy looking, nerf hurder.” To which my response has always been:
But often too, I concede the point that this is a truly silly complaint; however, I’m on vacation, and I am going to do what I (and my travel companions) want…so there!
Laura and I departed Rome on a train to Naples which took us then on a metro to Sorrento where we were supposed to meet a bus that would drive us 45 minutes along the winding twisting roads of the coast to the small town of Positano. You following so far? One problem though: the buses took a page from the French and decided to go on strike the day we got there, so we ended up biting the bullet and took a taxi out to the town.
Laura and I departed Rome on a train to Naples which took us then on a metro to Sorrento where we were supposed to meet a bus that would drive us 45 minutes along the winding twisting roads of the coast to the small town of Positano. You following so far? One problem though: the buses took a page from the French and decided to go on strike the day we got there, so we ended up biting the bullet and took a taxi out to the town.
The view from our room in Positano, Italy.
As we arrived at Mama Rosa’s B&B (an establishment filled with quite literally the kindest and most helpful brother and sister in all of Italy. In all seriousness go there), we settled into our room, which looked out directly onto the coastline and Mediterranean Sea. Am I spoiled? Fortunate? Grateful? At complete peace? An assertive and blissful, “HECK YES.”
In Positano, we decided to take a hiking trail known as “The Path of the Gods.” Did it live up to its grandiose name? You be the judge: The walk took us up and along the cliff line of the coast where one can look out over the ocean but also marvel at the weathered limestone cliffs, outcrops, and caves that have been forming for centuries in the area.
Not only did it house beautiful views and magnificent natural features, but also it had extremely hardcore cabin porn.
Yes, there it is again: that arcane, ominous, and outlandish phrase used earlier. To give piece of mind to the ill-informed, cabin porn is the depiction of rural home structures in relation to the serene landscape which either compliments or enhances the structure’s beauty. Again there is no nudity involved. Instead it takes from Merriam-Webster’s third definition of porn: “the depiction of acts in a sensational manner so as to arouse a quick intense emotional reaction.” To get a better understanding of cabin pornography, go to: http://www.freecabinporn.com
In Positano, we decided to take a hiking trail known as “The Path of the Gods.” Did it live up to its grandiose name? You be the judge: The walk took us up and along the cliff line of the coast where one can look out over the ocean but also marvel at the weathered limestone cliffs, outcrops, and caves that have been forming for centuries in the area.
Not only did it house beautiful views and magnificent natural features, but also it had extremely hardcore cabin porn.
Yes, there it is again: that arcane, ominous, and outlandish phrase used earlier. To give piece of mind to the ill-informed, cabin porn is the depiction of rural home structures in relation to the serene landscape which either compliments or enhances the structure’s beauty. Again there is no nudity involved. Instead it takes from Merriam-Webster’s third definition of porn: “the depiction of acts in a sensational manner so as to arouse a quick intense emotional reaction.” To get a better understanding of cabin pornography, go to: http://www.freecabinporn.com
You see? Perfectly harmless...even goats are into it.
I saw ancient medieval cabin ruins that were built either along the cliff line or directly into the cliff itself. As a lover of nature, archaeology, and all things good in this world, I constantly became weak at the knees at the sight of these structures in relation to their environment…while probably embarrassing Laura immensely due to my excessive drooling over the idea of living someday in one of these ancient cabins. To understand my sick and twisted fantasy, I encourage you to watch this film:
After this splendid visit in Positano, we then ventured down into Amalfi, the coastal town for which the coastline is named. In Amalfi we got to enjoy the narrow streets and intricate stairs that lead to multiple viewpoints and buildings along the coast.
After Amalfi, we made the long a weary journey back to France where Laura was gracious enough to host me in her home in Annecy. Located in the Haute-Savoie region, Annecy is located on an extremely large lake and is surrounded by the French Alps. The quick visit was filled with quaint streets, snow capped mountains, and delicious bread and cheese as I plunge back into my delightful French diet.
After Amalfi, we made the long a weary journey back to France where Laura was gracious enough to host me in her home in Annecy. Located in the Haute-Savoie region, Annecy is located on an extremely large lake and is surrounded by the French Alps. The quick visit was filled with quaint streets, snow capped mountains, and delicious bread and cheese as I plunge back into my delightful French diet.
Lake Annecy in the French Alps
After a train ride across the center of the country, I am now back in my home in Nantes preparing for classes and fondly reflecting on the adventures had with such wonderful people. I must especially thank Laura Euller for having the patience and kindness to put up with my antics, bumbling, and much more during the majority of this vacation. I couldn’t have asked for a more pleasant companion with which to share the adventure.
More news to come, as I make the turn around what will be the last bend here before the school year is over. How time flies, and how I look forward to those moments when it will stand still. Thank you, again for all of your kind words and support, and I hope that wherever you are, there is a cabin close by that you can either ogle or inhabit.
More news to come, as I make the turn around what will be the last bend here before the school year is over. How time flies, and how I look forward to those moments when it will stand still. Thank you, again for all of your kind words and support, and I hope that wherever you are, there is a cabin close by that you can either ogle or inhabit.
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