“Positano bites deep. It’s a dream place that isn’t quite real when you are there and becomes beckoningly real after you have gone.”
John Steinbeck for Harper’s Bazaar, May 1953
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If you’ve been to the Amalfi Coast, you know the feeling: you’re en route from Naples and suddenly, the streets start to curve, winding down the Amalfi Coast, and before you know it, you’re face to face with one of the most incredible views on the planet. White washed cliffs drop into turquoise waters, colorful houses sit precariously cliffside, and you’re convinced you’ve never seen a more beautiful sight in all your life.
I sat in the front seat, my imagination fluttering back to the first explorers who found this place. Can you imagine their reactions when they stumbled on this?
All week long I kept saying, “But how can it be so beautiful?!” I’m sure it was fairly annoying to my travel companions, but really, HOW CAN IT BE SO BEAUTIFUL???
Ok, so, less of me talking, more photos. I took what felt like thousands of them, I couldn’t help myself.
We stayed here, which was the BEST Airbnb ever, with three big bedrooms (and three bathrooms!), two gorgeous balconies, deliciously colorful tiled floors, and a seriously stellar vantage point over the Mediterranean.
I’m not going to write any sort of guide or anything for Positano, I was only there for a week and I don’t feel like that’s enough time to qualify me as any sort of guide-writing expert. But, I’ll tell you what we did love: Buca di Bracco, C’Era Una Volta, Collina Bakery, and La Tagliata for eats; Antica Sartoria, Absolute Positano, and Safari Sandals for shopping. I was desperate to go to Da Adolfo, but they (devestatingtly) weren’t open for the season yet.
I also loved the walk/slight hike from Spiaggia Grande Beach to the smaller Fornillo Beach for scenes like this:
My best piece of advice, though, would be to figure out the bus system the first day and save yourself the horror of walking up those infamous stairs! Don’t ruin your vacation with some ridiculous number of stairs.
Steinbeck was right, Positano does seem like a dream and is already beckoning me back.