May 11, 2010
Positano was a dream. Steinbeck wrote, “It is a dream place that isn’t quite real when you are there and becomes beckoningly real after you have gone.” Truer words have never been spoken. If I ever make it back to the Amalfi Coast… I will 110% stay in Positano. Everything about it was perfect.
We said goodbye to Gilda, our house mom for the past 3 nights. She’s been so kind and sweet to Jenny and I. Holiday House Gilda has been amazing, as well. You really get some great culture when you stay at a B&B run by an entire family of Italians. Ciao Positano… its been real.
We packed our bags and are off to Ravello – known for the gorgeous gardens of Villa Rufolo, Ravello Music Festival, Villa Cimbrone and its famous “Terrace of the Infinite”, dramatic Amalfi coastline views and its quaint, small-town charm.
We’ve heard good things…
Paradise found. After winding up the mountain for a couple hours… we arrived in the beautiful, peaceful, country town of Ravello. A small commune perched on top of a mountain dating back to the 5th century where it served as a shelter from barbarian invasions. Amazing.
We checked into our hotel which is one of the most unique places I’ve ever stayed. Hotel Parsifal was built originally as a monastery by the Hermits of St. Augustine and dates back to 1288. Converted into a hotel in 1948, it has so much character and charm. Peaceful, tranquil, quiet, gorgeous. We hit the streets immediately.