Positano – Day 2

Since the first day in Positano was absolutely beautiful, we were planning on spending the entire day on the beach doing nothing. Of course, with a plan like that, it had to rain. So, to make the best of the weather, Kelly and I went shopping and then headed to Hotel Poseidon for massages. We felt we needed to treat ourselves after Palermo. Now, I am consider myself pretty experienced in massages and typically know the drill and what to expect …apparently the Italians do things a bit differently. I left the massage feeling a little uncomfortable, a bit violated, and definitely confused. Kelly didn’t have quite the experience, however she did wake up alone in the room, unsure where she was, what had happened and how long she had been asleep. Aren’t you at least suppose to be taken to dinner first?!

The day and entire trip did show signs of promise later that night though. Kelly and I again had a bottle of wine on the balcony along with some snacks (olives, crackers, etc) so we weren’t entirely hungry for dinner. Earlier that day we had noticed that Hotel Poseidon had live music that night in the bar, so we headed there for some piano lounge/bar music. The evening turned into the best girl date ever. We sat outside by the pool, in comfy chairs drinking grappa, eating free snacks and listening to the pianist who would play any song we requested. To make the evening even more magical, the hotel owner’s dog (a cute border collie) hung out with us all night. It turns out the owner was single but out of town… I left Kelly’s number with the waiter in hopes of them falling hopelessly in love and having their wedding in Positano at the hotel. I, of course, would be not only invited, but honored during the ceremony.

But of course, like the rest of the trip, the good luck could only last so long…While Kelly was biting into a piece of bruschetta, her veneer on her front tooth popped off leaving her smile less than camera worthy. Thankfully the veneer itself didn’t break and could hopefully be fixed the next morning. She put it back in (although temporarily) and we headed home. Avoiding disaster was not over yet though. While Kelly was washing her face and I was brushing my teeth, the veneer somehow feel out again, but this time it went down the sink drain. Yes, the situation went from fixable to almost impossible.

But somehow we again managed to pull through. We plugged the sink immediately and the following morning asked the old handy man who ran the hotel maintenance to undo the pipes. After shaking the pipe for about five minutes, the veneer finally came out, and the situation was momentarily saved.