After spending four nights blissfully soaking in the
treasures and wonders of Santorini, it was hard to imagine that any of our
following locations could muster up the same kind of emotional and awe-filled
response. Yet, we were still giving Italy a good go to try and come close to it.
We jumped on a plane from Athens and very quickly arrived in Naples.
Leading up to our stay in Italy, I had been in
correspondence with our hosts for our accommodation. After many translated
messages, and some interpreting of mismatched words, I had a good idea of the
warmth and friendliness of our first host in Minori. He had always been very
joyful and enthusiastic in his communication, something I myself try to convey
when conversing with strangers. However, no amount of words could have prepared
me for the absolute bundle of joy this man was. When we finally arrived in
Minori, after an hour of swerving and winding through the mountains, we arrived
in our town and waited to meet our host. It was easy to spot him down the road,
with his enormous smile blocking the street, along with his outstretched arms
inviting us all in to not only his town but also a piece of his heart. When he
finally finished the 20metre walk of outstretched arms, he enveloped me and
planted two typical Italian kisses on my cheeks before holding them in his
hands like he was welcoming in a close relative. He then proceeded to do this
ceremony with the rest of us, breaking down any discomfort of not speaking each
other’s language very well. We felt like we had arrived home.
Speaking of home, after dragging our bags up another steep
100-something stairs, he opened up the big, blue doors to his holiday house.
The sight of it instantly evoked a sigh of awe and relief as we fell in love
with the interior that so aptly suited this Italian, smiling, sunny man. The
detailed tiles carried through into the large, open kitchen and then into the
living room and bedroom. The doors that appeared to be cupboards opened up to a
cosy bathroom, again decorated in stunning, detailed tiles. The big finale of
his presentation of the house, the “ta-da” moment, was when the balcony doors
were proudly pushed open to reveal a brilliant view; the town’s church steeple
could be seen at eye level with a backdrop of the sea. Perfect!
After sharing a quick espresso on the beach with our friend,
he left us to bathe in the serenity of Minori and have our first dip in our
local beach. It really did have such an authentic, local feel. There were no
tourists to be seen, and the beach was covered with passionate Italian-speaking
families, couples, soccer-playing kids, tanning grandmas and bloated grandpas.
The temperature was immaculate and the sunset wasn’t all too bad, either!
Our time spent in Minori was incredible. Each morning we
would wake up to Dave’s breakfast spread; his morning walk usually involved him
climbing the hills to find fresh figs (the best I have ever tasted!), juicy
peaches and nectarines, and of course a pit stop at the local pastry shop for
assorted goodies. Following breakfast, we would frequent the corner café to
pick up our coffees, and then start the day.
We decided to visit the town Amalfi, which was accessed via
ferry. We were able to get the coastline views from the boat and agreed that
this heavenly place could not disappoint, despite the high standards that
Santorini had previously set. Whilst Amalfi town was wonderful, it only
confirmed to us that “our” town was the absolute best place to set up camp;
Amalfi was brimming with tourists, souvenirs, trinkets and bustling streets. We
ventured up to the looming Cathedral and we were absolutely stunned with the
architecture, art and beauty of it all. So much fun was had roaming through the
shops and checking out the local goods displayed in every window. However, I
must admit, it was lovely returning to our colourful, tiled home. I can’t
mention the return to home, without telling you about our beautiful neighbour,
a miniature, but incredibly sturdy Italian woman whose smile revealed a
lifetime of beautiful stories behind her eyes. Trying to keep a conversation
with attempted translation took a lot of time, but she was incredibly
persistent in keeping us company in the hallway for as long as she possibly
could. I absolutely adore her.
Our next day was one of the most memorable days I have ever
had. Dave, in his cleverness and practicality, organised us two motorbikes for
the day to roam the hills of the infamous coastline. I’m sure it was a
combination of many things, but this day was just entirely amazing. The sun
danced with the fresh breeze all day, whilst our bikes smoothly curved along
the winding roads. It was exhilarating as well as nerve-racking at times! Every
ten minutes we passed the local buses, except that the buses were about the size
of 10 gigantic elephants walking along a tightrope!!! It was so tight, but the
drivers were so nonchalant about skimming around the cliff-faced curves,
courteously tooting their horns every now and then.
We managed to pass through the towns on our bikes,
eventually reaching sweet Sorrento. After enjoying lunch by the water, and
stretching out the cramps in our bums and legs, we jumped back on the bikes to
enjoy the thrill of doing it all over again, with the sunset competing with the
first leg of our journey. It was so easy to take a million pictures, yet still,
they couldn’t do the picturesque beauty any justice. A place I would easily go
back to, people I would easily fall in love with, again and food I would so
very easily consume, every day!
It tends to always come back to food, for us! But in
finishing I must reminisce on perhaps one of the best meals I have ever had!
One of the nights we spent in Minori, we meandered through the streets to come
across a beautiful, little, hidden restaurant, only evident by the glow of
tea-light candles upon the stone walls when walking past. When we enquired for
a table for four, two small-framed ladies swiftly put together a small table
for us to squeeze in. Their smiles instantly won us over, before even tasting
the food. With the entire menu written in Italian, one of the ladies so
graciously translated it all for us tourists, pointing out and strongly
suggesting her own favourites. We asked a couple of questions which then
elicited the response “don’t worry, I make you something special, off the
menu”. With no idea what to expect but curious taste buds, we closed the menus
and awaited our meals. To begin with, the wine was brought out in clay jugs,
hand painted with olive greens and sea blues. The starter of bread and oil had
Tim’s mouth watering, but it was the Zucchini soup that had Maree and I in
hysterics over such a flavoursome, unique and warming entrée. I could have
stopped there, in complete satisfaction. I’m so glad I didn’t! We were then
treated to freshly made pasta lightly covered in incredible,
bursting-with-flavour sauces and herbs. I can’t even try to describe this
culinary journey to heaven. The gorgeous little waitress stood next to us,
smiling with complete satisfaction knowing what magic she had just performed
and walked away winking at us. To follow, we devoured a dessert of what I can
only describe as a light, lemon cake covered in a layer of chocolate. A
delicious, melting, sweet, scrumptious moment that I will never regret, despite
the fullness of my stomach caused by overconsumption of real Italian food.