Limoncello and good night, Sorrento

The soft rays of the afternoon sun slant through the bus windows, providing a hazy, luxurious feel to my dreamworld as we climb the cliffs into Sorrento. When I had last closed my eyes it was amidst the dilapidating stone buildings of a lost city.

Now, opening them, I find myself gazing thousands of feet out over a very dazzling, down right mesmerizing view of the Mediterranean Sea. So this is what all the hype is about, I think. It is positively picturesque.

Despite the fact that this is Italy, not Los Angeles, we are stuck in traffic. All the luckier am I, to sit back and enjoy this five star view in comfort.

We get to the hotel later than expected, and have just enough time to clean up before dinner, which is conveniently located on the ground floor.

Kelsey and I grab beers and enjoy a few minutes of solitude on our balcony before heading down to the masses. For dinner we have "Capri style" ravioli (whatever that means), locally caught fish, and white wine, followed by lemon vanilla cake.

In keeping with this yellow citrus theme of the Italian Riviera experience, dinner is succeeded with a limoncello tasting down the street.

We get to the packed shop and find little old men, excited to be sharing their pride and joy with all the eager students, hastily pouring everybody samples of their lemon syrups and cream liqueurs. While we wait for the next round of too-sweet-for-my-preference liquors, a platter of assorted lemon chocolate candies is passed around (much more my style).

And then, to my utmost embarrassment, I crash. I consider myself a generally enthusiastic enough traveler to summon energy even when I think I have none, and to always explore new terrain like a modern Marco Polo…but my strength chooses this moment to betray me.



Despite a desire to experience all that the coastal night life has to offer, Kelsey and I are in bed, reading by 10:30. In fact, I don't even remember finishing my first page before enveloped by a blissful void. Buona sera, Sorrento.