The most common question that I get asked about my travels is, ” Where is the best place you’ve been?”  This is a tough question; I’ve been to some amazing places, and I usually fail to give a good answer.  Don’t make me pick between Spain and Italy, it’s like Sophie’s choice.  And then I went to Positano, Italy on the Amalfi coast, and I can now easily give an answer.  Positano has been on my list (you know, that list of all the places you want to go before you die…) for years, so when Katie and I decided to head that way after Dubrovnik, I was SO excited.

It was a tough day of travel to get there- overnight ferry from Dubrovnik to Bari, Italy, bus from Bari to Naples, and train from Naples to Sorrento, where we stayed for one night because we couldn’t stand getting on another bus to get to Positano that night.  Katie and I picked a really nice hostel in Sorrento, where the description said that the downstairs courtyard turned into a nightclub on the weekends.  In hopes of meeting some fellow travelers, we tried to mingle.  Unfortunately for us, a tour group had booked out the rest of the hostel, so it was all a bunch of 20-ish year old kids that already knew each other.  So we decided to call it an early night.  We still had some cider left over from the ferry ride, but no bottle opener.  The most entertaining part of the night was trying to find something in the room that we could open the bottles with: the balcony railing, the side of the bed, nail clippers… we looked like a bunch of cavewomen first discovering tools.  Finally, Katie was able to open the bottles on the shower door trim.  We’re just a bunch of Girl Scouts.  We sat in the room that night with our cider watching a really good Heath Ledger movie in Italian… it was pretty entertaining.

That next morning, we got up and got the bus to Positano.  We were crammed into the bus like sardines, and we had to stand the whole time, which was really fun because it was a 20 minute windy mountain road.  Workout of the day!

Speaking of bus rides, I can’t believe I forgot to tell this story in the post about Hvar, Croatia.  On the way back to the ferry after our day in Hvar City, we took a bus that was absolutely crammed with people.  There was a very rude German man that kind of yelled at me getting on the bus because we didn’t go all the way to the back, but there were girls sitting on the floor so we were stuck.  It was just weird.  Anyway, we’re crammed into this bus, and jerk German guy is rubbing his ass all over my stomach, and I’m getting really annoyed.  And then, the universe showed up and dealt out some karmic justice.  There was a young girl sitting on the seat next to jerk German guy and she was asleep, passed out cold.  As we turned a corner, her head rolled to the side, and came to rest on his stomach.  For the rest of the ride, her head rested on his tummy.  It was incredibly awkward and hilarious.

Anyway, this bus ride wasn’t nearly exciting, but it was incredibly beautiful.  Upon arriving in Positano, we found our hostel and marveled in the amazing views.  Hostel Brikette is easily one of the nicest hostels I stayed at, and the view was absolutely fantastic.

I’ve never seen a city like Positano.  The cliffs go straight down to the sea, and the buildings are built into the cliffs. We stayed at the very top of Positano, so to walk around this gorgeous city you have to go up and down stairs.  Hundreds and hundreds of stairs. It was exhausting, but so gorgeous.  We had three incredibly relaxing, stair filled days in Positano, and I hope to one day be able to go back to this magical city.