Snapshots from Italy

Culture, Photography, Travel

It wasn’t until arriving in Italy that I remembered just how much I love that country. Or maybe I remembered it after waiting two hours to pick up our rental car, driving an hour on terrifying, narrow, winding roads through the mountains (which Jacob handled like a champ), and was relaxing in the town center of Ravello with an aperol spritz in hand, but you get the point…

During our first visit to Europe where we spent one month traveling from London to Rome, we were lucky enough to get to spend two full weeks in Italy. From Venice, to the Cinque Terre, to Tuscany, Umbria, and many fun stops in between, we had the time of our lives seeing the land of my ancestors. With that said, naturally, we were thrilled when we received a save the date in the mail for Jacob’s cousin’s wedding, highlighting that it would be a destination wedding in the Amalfi Coast, a region of Italy we had yet to explore.

We were very excited to see family, and of course, to celebrate his cousin’s marriage, but also, we couldn’t wait to get back to the country we fell so hard for, four years ago.

Since the purpose of the trip was to attend the wedding, we spent most of our time hanging out in Ravello, the beautiful town where the wedding and its many festivities were held.  

Perched on a mountainside, Ravello offers some of the best views the Amalfi Coast has to offer, and since there’s no direct beach access, far fewer crowds – something Jacob and I both greatly appreciate when we travel.

Outside of three nights of lovely wedding festivities, during our time in the region  we visited a limoncello factory, saw the beautiful duomo in Amalfi, enjoyed foggy coastline views on a ferry ride to Positano, had the best lemon granita I’ve ever tasted, ate cones of fried, fresh seafood, strolled the quiet, romantic streets of Ravello, tasted local wines and cheese, and spent as much time as we could on our spacious apartment balcony, which offered sweeping views of the surrounding green mountains, and bright blue sea below.

After an unbelievable wedding celebration on Saturday night, we spent Sunday touring the ruins of Pompeii, rolled into Naples just in time for a Neapolitan pizza for dinner that night, and then spent our final day on Monday exploring the colorful neighborhood of Trastevere in Rome before flying home.

Next week, I’ll take you to one of my favorite overlooked attractions in Paris, but for now, enjoy with me some snapshots from Italy.

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Hello From Tuscany

Culture, Photography, Travel

Our time in Italy, and in Europe, is quickly coming to an end. After weeks of travel, picnic dinners, and a few questionable hotel rooms, we will soon be heading back to the states.
I thought a part of me would be excited to return home by this point. A small part, but nonetheless, a part. While yes, I am excited to return to the kitchen, and yes, I am excited to shower in a space large enough to shave my legs, those factors are very minuscule. The truth is, I’m crushed that this is our last week here.
Since Venice, we’ve lounged with the seagulls in the Cinque Terre, marveled over one of a kind artworks in Florence, and bathed in the Tuscan sun in Siena.
I’ve fallen for Italy, and I’ve fallen hard. Where else besides Italy is it totally acceptable to indulge in a scoop of Gelato before 10:00 a.m? And why stop at just one scoop in the morning? No one will look down on you for a second scoop at night. No where else can you drink some of the world’s best wine for just mere euros, and don’t even get me started on the food. I think that I was loosing some weight before we got to Italy, but I’m pretty positive that I’ve put it all back on since we got here. I really have no shame in that though.
We will end our trip with a pilgrimage, of sorts, to Assisi, a visit to a sleepy and Medieval town, and go out with a bang in wild and crazy Roma. We will return to Boston at the end of the month, sad, tired, and probably a little fatter than when we left.

Ciao, Ciao!