I bid goodbye to Aniko and Massimo and their kind hospitality to head on a winding bus journey to the south of Italy. Massimo had come up with a detailed itinerary for me as to follow throughout the country and Aniko gave me a giant bag of food in a final effort to fatten me up, and after a long day I reached Sorrento-
Sorrento and the surrounding region is, undoubtedly and unquestionably, another lovely spot of the world. So much, that they grow citrus here!
A view into a lemon grove which was nicely scented with that lemony aroma. There is something so lovely and exotic about a lemon grove, let alone having them ubiquitous, that I was absolutely enchanted.
Me in another citrus garden, home of lemon, orange and apple trees (not citrus, but to explain the flowering trees). I must say perhaps I’m doing things wrong by not coming in the official season- most of the hotels are closed, and I had my room at the amazing Seven Hostel all to myself- but if you ask me it’s perfect. No crowds, and perfectly ripe citrus and flowering trees everywhere!
By the way, this vehicle is something I have only ever seen in Italy but love immensely: a three-wheeled truck! The steering is actually like that you see on a motorbike and they’re use for agricculture, though Aniko said they are a problem because you can drive one at thirteen and not need a license. Thus people who have their license revoked will go around in these or irresponsible parents buy them for their teenagers, so you need to be a little wary whenever seeing one on the road.
I don’t care though, as I really, really want a three-wheeled truck now.
And as a final picture, a view from the top of the cliffs down to the port in Sorrento. I must say though, the weirdest thing about being here is looking down from the ciffs into the water. The reason for that is the first time I did it I realized “but wait, I’ve done this before!” in a most odd moment of deja vu, until I realized I have a memory of staring down at the ocean from the top of a cliff when I was young. No doubt on that long-ago childhood trip to Italy.
There is more to write, as always, but the night is young and the wine is cheap and the two statements must be brought together. Until later then…