Lately I have experienced the absurdity of something I could only name as wanderlust. A calling, some great thirst for adventure and the sea, sent me to Naples airport, Italy and, soon after, the beautiful coastal
town of Sorrento. I’m not lying when I say the air was thick and hot with the scent of flowers and pizza.
The town itself sits atop the huge cliff faces, bridges overlooking huge drops, teasing glimpses of the rolling Elysian Fields below, with a network of alleys winding right down to the coast itself.
The touch of the ocean is magic and changing. The sand against your skin, leaving an imprint forever. The most fun was running my hands along the salt crusted walls while we descended down the cobbled and mosaic patterned streets, local dogs at our heels, unravelling more and more ocean as we went.
It’s like a storybook world, filled with balconies, hanging boughs of jewel like fruit, climbing around the shutters and it’s hot too, the temperature reaching its zenith at almost midday and everything already baking and shrivelled to the touch, except for the flowers hiding in the rock face.
The sun weaves out the gold in your hair and cradles your bare face, slung with suncream, freckles and flecks of sand. I remember wearing sunshine and sea spray on my arms and face and nothing else.
Everything is calm, serene and impossible to turn your back on. I can’t get over the colour of the water, the perfect mirror image of the sky, azure blue. It sparkles with every fingernail curve of the waves.
More Italy diaries to come! Holiday diaries are always my favourite posts to read and the most fun to create, a documentation of a whole new world so different to my own, leaving an imprint behind and taking the ocean with me. Are you feeling wanderlust this summer? Let me know! ♡