Positano

Kent and I began the last leg of our Italian vacation by boarding the night train in Venice at 11:30pm. I had secured us a "couchette" which basically was like our own private bunk beds with a small sink to wash our face in but definitely not drink (per the multiple signs). This kind of grossed me out, so I washed my hands with bottled water. Kent and I were both really tired and we started laughing when we saw the size of our very expensive train ride.



Somehow we were able to finagle our 5 pieces of luggage that we were now carrying. We started with 3 and found ourselves with 5. Kent bought this beautiful leather carry on in Venice so that he could travel in style. Not sure where he is headed next, but he will look good. While the train started moving I found myself needing to use the bathroom. Not feeling like completely getting dressed I threw on my long jacket and headed to the bathroom. I found that the women's bathroom was directly across from the "crew" of the trains sleeping quarters. Someone would always open the door assuming I needed something when I merely needed to go to the bathroom. As I entered the bathroom I felt like I was on an airplane, except my butt was super cold as I soon realized upon flushing that whatever left anyone's body was merely deposited on the train tracks! Hello! Gross! This made me think of the days of living in Helena a mere jump and a skip to the train tracks that my sister and I loved to go and hang out by.

The train was hot and slow, but we made the best of it and found ourselves being woke up at 9:30am and at the opposite end of the country. Our final train destination was Naples, and from Naples we had a private car that was going to take us down the Amalfi coast to Positano. When we stepped out of the train station and into our car I realized quickly why many people had said to not bother with Naples. It was rough looking and as we drove farther and farther from the city I became enamored by the beauty of the Italian coastline. The winding roads and tight squeezes that I had heard about were 100% accurate. I could not imagine being there in the high season and driving those roads. Super scary, but totally worth it. Positano is a town that is built into the cliffsides and one of my favorite places I have ever been to. Unfortunately the weather was chilly and Kent and I were pretty tired as we had been travelling for 2 weeks at this point. I loved the beautiful sea, our hotel, the landscape and the fact that it was a walking town. So wonderful.







Positano is a town that has shops filled with summer wear, wispy type clothing that Kent thought Stevie Nicks would love and all things lemon. The liqueur Lemoncello is created in this region so they are big on lemon flavors, scents and colors. I was in heaven in the shops, but at this point there was honestly no room for anything else to take home. We only had two days here and on our final full day we went all over the town. I think at this point we were starting to get silly and things like large lemons made us laugh....



We also must have been in one of those moods because as we were on the beach admiring the ocean we stumbled across the most bizarre scene. There was this lady just lying, maybe even sleeping, upon the rocky beaches. She had no towel, no blanket etc. She was just camped out and for some reason this just pushed us over the edge.





I felt sad to leave Positano and return to Rome for one final nights stay. We were able to walk the city again, but this time I felt like we were coming back home for just a short stay. We really had an understanding of the city and the layout and it made our final night that much more pleasant. I found myself very sad to be leaving as I had just experienced this amazing 18 days with my husband and things went so well. Kent is that guy that I never thought I would meet. I have a few super close friends and friendships that I cherish, but I never thought I would find a partner to share everything with. This trip allowed Kent to see all the sides of me, the good, the bad, the sad, the emotional, the insecure...and he still loved and supported me the entire time. As we were flying home I started to get very nervous as things were going to change when we came home. We were off birth control, we were trying to refi our house and possibly move, I knew I was going to have to go on a serious diet and the fun of the honeymoon phase was somewhat going to calm down. We were going to be embarking on our daily life as a couple, and I was sort of scared, but deep down I knew we were going to be ok.