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25Jul/112

“Ciao bella!”

Levi and I came back from our holiday in Italy on Monday (a week ago). Yesterday's incredibly rainy Sunday capped off our first week back, and what a wet and dreary week in Amsterdam it was!

We spent the first ten days of our vacation in Santa Agata, a small village on a hill near the picturesque coastal town of Sorrento. We visited Amalfi via the amazing Via Nastro Azzurro (Blue Ribbon Road), the Grotto Smeraldo near Amalfi, Pompei, Napels and of course Sorrento itself. We hung out on pebbled Nerano beach, lying towel to towel with the locals. And we drove through sleepy Massa Lubrense on an afternoon after having spent the morning chilling out at our fabulous hotel pool. The views were gorgeous from the hills and from the winding roads on cliff's edges.
coastal town of Sorrento, built on the edge of a cliff face

Before we left, Levi was decidedly against visiting Napels, with its bad reputation of being a maffia stronghold and crime being rife on the streets. But curiosity got the better of us and so we did visit Napels. Twice! As it turned out, I fell in love with lovely Napoli. I have become a fan of frigattorie (Di Matteo's crocche! I'd plan a return visit just for a freshly fried batch of those), the sottosuolo (the underground world of Napels) and the lovely Neapolitans. Many a "Ciao bella!" was heard and I must say, they charmed me to bits.

After ten days it broke our hearts to leave the Sorrentine Peninsula. We were going to miss our friendly and comfortable Hotel Jaccarino and the amazing food and lovely people at Da Mimi's Rosticceria, where we ate most of our meals. Their homemade fresh pasta made me want to weep. Soft like velvet and almost melting in your mouth. If you are ever anywhere near Sorrento, do make the trip up the hill to Santa Agata and go to Da Mimi. Try their homemade manicaretti. Only 5 euro and you'll be in heaven, I promise.

When we arrived in Rome for the next leg of our trip, it was 38 degrees. The Italian capitol was hot hot hot (and I do not mean in the hip and trendy way) and overcrowded with tourists.  I nearly felt ashamed at being one of them. I'd been to Rome before, so I would have loved to forego the Colosseum (lines as far as the eye could reach in the burning sun) etcetera, but it was Levi's first time in Rome, so on the merry-go-round we went.Rome, Piazza del Popolo July 2011

Rome was tiring, but I must say: after two weeks in Italy, my mind felt limber. I'd immersed myself in the language, the sights, the food and the people (although honestly, in Rome, we were hardpressed to find a friendly Roman...). I didn't think about work or school at all and without me consciously noticing it while it happened, I unwound.  I came back relaxed. I'd almost forgotten what that feels like, to be relaxed.

The past year has been gruelling, what with school, work, blog, friends and of course the financial worries that come with the decision to go back to school. I wore myself thin. My new schoolyear's resolution is to try and relax a little more!

Hopefully, there will be only two more years to go after this. Bear with me, I'll try to keep you updated as I go.

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  1. There was a lot more rain while you were gone as well.

    I’m hoping to go to Italy later this year.

  2. I’ve actually managed to avoid the rain so far. Somehow it never rains when I go outside. I think some of the Italian weather stuck to me :)


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