Yes, I know I'm getting kinda far behind on travel-blogging; we have 1,100 pictures of Florence, between the Husbear and his mom, that we have to go through. I have people breathing down my neck at work, asking when I'm going to be bringing in pictures of the trip; it's not like it used to be, where you had to get your pictures developed in order to see them. Now, I have all of the pictures sitting on the computer, and it will be a giant pain to edit them down and print them out. We haven't even done that with the wedding pictures yet!
Interestingly (well, to me), the next honeymoon day I was going to write about was one where we actually forgot (gasp) to bring the camera. Actually, technically, we did bring the camera that day, but left the battery safely charging in the bathroom of the little house. Ah, well... I guess I'll have to rely on memories. What are those?
I don't know if I was still jet-lagged on the Wednesday after we arrived in Positano; I just know that, once again, I woke up totally exhausted. I think all the stress of the wedding planning finally caught up with me after we actually got married, which I hear is rather common. All I know is that Husbear had to pretty much drag me out of bed every day. Don't feel any sympathy for me; I know it sounds really whiny and wasteful to bitch about how sleepy I was in Italy (WAAAH!). In my (admittedly weak) defense, it's not like the trips to Amalfi and Herculaneum were completely restful, right?
We decided to take it a little easier that day. I slept late, while Husbear read out on the porch, and when I got out of bed we sauntered down to the beach to find a little red boat that we heard would take us to an awesome restaurant/loungy beach called Da Adolfo. (Here's where I insert sadness that we didn't have the camera, since this restaurant (along with the entire Amalfi coast, really) is actually mentioned in one of those self-affirmation books called "1,000 places to see before you die".)
We waited a little while on the jetty, and met another just-married couple honeymooning in Italy. They had made the interesting (well, crazy, in my mind) decision to DRIVE down to Positano from Florence. This means they drove through Rome and Naples, not to mention the drive from Naples to Positano along the Amalfi coast highway, which is one of the more insane roads I've ever seen. The husband said his knuckles were still white, and that he'd never listen to his travel agent again. I couldn't believe the agent told them the best way to get from Florence to Positano would be by driving, when the trains for the most part run so easily and conveniently.
A small boat came and picked the four of us up, and we made our way slowly down the beach a half-mile or so. This was when we realized that the camera battery was back at the house.
Da Adolfo, as I remember it, looked like a large ramshakle house nestled down on a tiny beach with large cliffs immediately behind. There was a large freestanding covered porch, with tables, and then a bunch of lounge chairs, some with umbrellas, down by the water. We grabbed a table and perused the menu, which was written on a chalkboard by the house. Lots of seafood, as I recall. (Who'da thunk?)
We ordered a liter of white house wine, yum, and water; Husbear got a long pasta (tagliatelle? fettucine?) with pesto, and I ordered mussels.
I've had an on again, off again relationship with mussels; I'm always certain I love them, and I'm invariably disappointed when I order them in restaurants. They're usually mushy, or chewy, or really, really fishy.
Not this time. These were literally the best mussels I've ever had! They were in a tomato/onion broth, which was perfectly flavorful, and which I sopped up with bread. I even learned how to eat them using the shells, which was a lot of fun. I almost cried when I finished the bowl.
After this wonderfully satisfying lunch, we waddled down the few steps to the beach. Since it was late in the day, the proprietors didn't charge us for the use of a beach chair and umbrella, which was nice. We ordered some more wine to enjoy on the beach, and went back and forth into the water when we started to overheat. They had a lovely tall rock that the Husbear climbed up and jumped off, oh, ten or fifteen times. We stayed for a few hours, relaxing and swimming. It was exactly what we needed.
I don't know if Da Adolfo becomes insufferable later in the year, when the heat and the tourists really pick up; but in early June, it was absolutely wonderful. I highly recommend it.
This entry has gone on long enough. I was going to put up pictures of our meal that night, but frankly, our food photography has come a long way since then, and the pictures don't really do justice to the awesome meal we had at Il Ritrovo. So, here are links to the pictures (Antipasti platter, husbear's smoked tomato pasta, my grilled prawns, and a picture of their house wine). There is one picture that I have to include here, however; this magazine cover made my head spin when I saw it, before I tried to puzzle out the article inside.
The article was about Sorrento's yearly traditional Easter parade. My apologies for my giant goofy grin-face.