Postcards from Positano

Flying in from Paris…

…driving in from Naples…






I kept getting giddier and giddier.

The Amalfi Coast and the town of Positano couldn’t have been prettier or more picturesque.




Needless to say, it’s hilly; a town you climb rather than walk.

Every time I had to go up and down these stairs, I told myself I could have another scoop of gelato...

...or an extra shot of Limoncello.

Besides, this was the panorama I was rewarded with from my hotel balcony. Seriously.


In fact, I went up and down the stairs quite often because I just couldn’t get over the views—different at every turn, more breathtaking with each step.



And in between the beauty and awe…


… was the ridiculousness and excessiveness…


…the gluttony and fun…





(Nothing like a hot Italian chef in the kitchen to inspire you to make hundreds of gnocchi.)


…the sun and the sea.




I fly solo so often, I had forgotten how fun it is to vacation with good friends.




Happy birthday, ConCon! Love you guys!