I’d like to go back and do the past few days over again, please!
It feels like we cheated a last few days out of summer with such a late season-trip. Italy always captures my heart (I always find the people to be so warm and inviting, and let’s not even get started on the food!), but being there with some of my favourite people in the world was just about the best thing ever.
Particularly ‘stand-out’ moments?
Eating pineapple and basil gelato. It was *mindblowingly* incredible.
A Sunday lunch of pizzas and grilled octopus salad, eaten in the sunshine on the marina.
A morning stroll to the village to buy fresh fruit for breakfast.
Laying by the pool in late September sunshine.
Discovering lush Italian biscuits called ‘Pan di Stelle’, that are kind of like a cross between Bourbons and Oreos but without the cream filling. I’m obsessed.
Getting chance to expand my Italian vocabulary a little way beyond ‘One scoop of yoghurt gelato in a cup, please’ ;)
Watching bats flying round the piazza at dusk.
Late evening drinks the hotel with Mum and Jason, and finally managing to find a wine I don’t hate the taste of!
Oh and what’s that? Oh yes, watching my darling cousin marry the love of her life was pretty spectacular too, I guess…;) Photos from the wedding day itself to follow in the next few days (just *wait* until you see how beautiful Emily looked! She’ll knock your socks off!) but just for now, here’s the first batch of photos from our time in Sorrento…
Below: This pizza monstrosity is what Jason ate on our first evening in Sorrento. It was called ‘The Vesuvius’, and we presumed the name referred to how spicy the pizza would be. But no! It was actually two entire pizzas squished together, with sauce and filling spilling out of the centre like a volcano. Jason’s verdict was ‘delicious, great base, but overwhelming’…
You can’t turn a corner in Sorrento without spotting a fruit tree or vines. I saw figs, kiwis, limes, tomatoes, and of course, fat Amalfi lemons growing ripe on branches. Those lemons really are as good as they say, you know. At the wedding on Monday, we ate a traditional Amalfi dessert whose name translated directly to ‘Warm heart lemon cakes’. They were rich vanilla scented cakes, filled with buttery lemon curd. Lemon is my Mum’s favourite ever flavour, so they just about sent her to lemon-scented seventh heaven.
Below: Whenever we travel on the continent, Jase can always pass for a local. It’s those French genes…
I feel like Jason and I really recharged over the past few days, and had some time to concentrate on each other. There was so much love in the air in Italy (well, we were there for a wedding after all!) and I feel more smitten with him, and more *together* than ever before. Being away also made me feel extra appreciative for our every day. I’m in love with our routine, and our *mundane*. I love being his other half :)
More postcards from Italy to follow soon…