We took a bus to Positano to check out the beach and enjoy shopping and sunshine. We did just that. Besides a nauseating bus ride, everything was beautiful. There were shops and restaurant on the beachfront as well as all the walking-only streets uphill through the town.
Upon arrival, Kim sprinted off the bus to find a bathroom and just so happen to find this sweet 4-star hotel (Hotel Marincanto).
We chitchatted with a pessimistic Chicagoan who was hating on the Blue Grotto, and would not stop talking to us so we could get to the beach! We walked down 224 stairs to the beach from this hotel, across a board walk (literally a walk made of boards),
and parked our 2.50 euro beach mats right next to the pier (where yachts momentarily docked to allow passengers onto shore). We agreed this would be the prime location to get ourselves on a yacht. 
Though we failed, the day was beautiful, and we still had plenty else to do, like SHOP! Kim and I thought we were close enough to the beach to wear our suits throughout all these streets, and nobody complained. There was a little limoncello shop up one of the streets where we tasted different flavors and sampled amazing chocolates. (White chocolate with chili was the best! Spicy & yummy!) 
On our way back to the bus, we again hiked UP the 224 stairs (I confirmed this by counting), to the top of the hotel and to the bus stop. We couldn’t help ourselves but enjoy the amazing pool. The pool was an infinity pool.(?) (where there is no edge, and it peers out over a cliff onto a body of water.)
We crammed ourselves onto the bus for the hour trip home (STANDING—which actually turned out better with the nausea)
It wasn’t until we got off the bus at Piazzo Tasso that we uncovered the great little town of Sorrento. We stopped by an information tent where the girl working was more enthusiastic about this town than I was in the candy shop with barrels of candy (pictured earlier.) This lead us to roam through the small streets where we finally found all the limoncello shops that gave away free samples. (A few free samples would get you very tipsy, though we surprisingly opted not to drink them.)
We had dinner in the main Piazza at Ristorante Don Vinceneo. Kim and I split a mixed seafood plate (my favorite was Grilled Swordfish!) and veggies, salad, and our favorite wine, Filinghina. (We then discovered that depending on the bottle, it can taste very different, though it was still tasty.) We couldn’t decide if the waiter was very rude, or he just didn’t translate/understand English very well. During dinner, Espana beat the Netherlands (which they call something totally different than the Netherlands..something with an “O”). No one in Italy was overly interested in the game, but everyone was most definitely watching it. Its amazing how much Europeans really love their futbol. After dinner, we stopped into a cute wine bar to people watch along the street (one of Europeans favorite pastimes), and then followed our hearts to the American music. Bar Insolota. They did not have cranberry juice or limes… so I was stuck drinking water & lemons. Oddly, they had three computers and couches placed right in front of the dance floor where people were Facebooking, so Kim and I joined in the action. Then we left facebook to dance with all the college kids and Italians in jorts. Made some new friends who were pouring us glasses of champagne and then was a approached by a really short aussie in jorts. He proceeded to tell me that Americans were crazy because he once had an American girlfriend. Really weird. It was time to go.
In our stupor home, we rationalized that we needed gelato. (It is the drunk food of choice in Europe instead of pizza.) One place said there was a 10 minute wait for ice cream, and then Kim spotted another place. This place clearly took advantage of us because they gave us 5 euro worth of gelato. GROSS! (Note: That was after Kim had 5 samples of Gelato already.)
Random Observations:
- There are a lot of jorts (jorts = jean shorts) happening here.
- You can tell that Kim and I are American—not because of my blonde hair, but because we are always carrying around a bottle of water.
- The Italians are really adament about their recycling—they never have one garbage can alone… always 3 to separate everything.
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