We arrived in Naples the following morning and were greeted by our friend the stray dog’s mangy cousin. We walked off the ferry and found ourselves in the industrial part of town and somehow managed to find the bus station a few hundred meters away. The bus for Positano didn’t leave for two hours so we left our bags with the station attendant in the janitors closet (please keep this in mind when reading the following story about our second time to Naples, all I can say is janitors closet) and headed across the wharf to the bar for a coffee and breakfast.
We must have been the first American and/or girls to set foot inside the establishment based on the stares and finally, warm welcome we received. We felt in our element, what with the two of us hanging out with 15 Italian dock workers who spoke no English in a tiny café the size of my closet, standing up drinking our coffee and eating croissants.
Back at the bus stop we grabbed our stuff and headed outside to wait for the bus. To ensure we didn’t miss it Kelly and I sat down on our luggage in front of a parked bus and in plain view of all arriving buses. (Well, I sat on my luggage, Kelly somehow missed her bag and ended up on the ground, resulting in a less than graceful spread eagle) When the time came for our departure however, we still didn’t see our bus. At the same time the bus behind us had started up so we decided to get out of its way and thankfully Kelly looked in the window and realized we had been sitting in front of our bus the entire time. Whoops!
The bus ride was about 2 ½ hours and took us along the coast line of Italy. We arrived in Positano to find a cute fishing village which had grown significantly due to tourism, a great hotel room and a balcony with the most amazing views of the town and ocean. Finally, we could relax and enjoy our trip. We spent the day exploring the city and finished off the evening with a bottle of wine on our balcony and a great dinner in town.
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