Spain / Italy
5 days in Positano
October 8 – 12
After one last look at the courtyard outside of our room at the beautiful Parador in Santiago de Compostela, we arranged for some of our Camino clothing and gear to be shipped back to California, and we departed this amazing country. The first time I came to Spain I was 17 years old. I was mad at my parents for the timing of our trip, because I had to miss my friends’ High School graduation. I quickly got over it, because my month in Spain was magical; it was then that I fell in love with the country and her people.
It would be another 30 years before I made it back to Vizcaya and Spain, this time with my husband Mike for a month. He too loved the country, my Basque Family, and all of the people that we met. And here we are, 14 years later, after spending more than a month in Spain, sad to leave, but certain that we will return. Mike has promised my cousins here that we’d come back every 2 years. He also wants to do another Camino. I’m on board, but I’d make some changes now that we know what to expect. I’d pack less, approach other peregrinos more, take more pictures of the people that we meet, go into more churches and Cathedrals, allow more time in each destination to explore. We’ll do a “what we’d do again, what we’d change” list to help us to remember for next time, and to share with others who might consider doing a journey similar to ours.
We took a few pictures of Santiago from the plane, one or two more of Madrid, and finally, Italy, as we approached Naples. The ride from the airport to Positano on the Amalfi coast was lovely ~ not one that would work if you happen to suffer from motion sickness. Our driver was happy to share all of his recommendations with us, and he invited us to come to his house for dinner with his wife and 5-year-old daughter Fabiana. When we realized that he worked very long hours and that he barely spent time with his family, we thanked him for the offer, but we’d have to make it another time.
The concierge at Le Sirenuse, Leonardo, is a character, warm, always cracking jokes…. Telling us that he is arranging for us to get Visas to stay in Positano. He assumes that if we stayed in Spain for 38 days, we should stay in Positano for at least the same amount of time. When we woke up on Monday morning I thought that we were in a fairy tale. The views of Positano are spectacular. It’s hard to believe that most of the shops and restaurants will be closing in a week or so.
We hadn’t made any plans for our time here. We did a little shopping on our first day, bought hats, because…. Italy; had mani/pedi’s and massages, ate some spectacular food, and drank equally delicious wine. Mike was happy because the hotel has a gym. He worked out, determined to lose another 5 pounds after already losing quite a bit on the Camino. We made arrangements to have a guided hike on the “path of the gods” on Tuesday. That deserves a post of its own.
I believe that we will be back here in Positano. It’s easy to love.