With a 5 (or 6 or 7) part vacation, you would think we were there for a month. We just had a lot we wanted to see, and we were feeling ambitious. You may or may not remember that our last stop before Positano was Modena, with a seven-hour drive between the two. We planned the trip thinking all of our Ferrari adventures in Modena would be finished in one day, and we would leave early the next day. Our early departure turned into a 3 or 4 PM departure, thanks to my fine navigational skills the day before and a rescheduled Ferrari tour. Leaving at 3 wouldn’t be a problem if our hotel had late-night check-in. Our hotel didn’t have late-night check-in.
It’s kind of a long story from there. We drove as quickly as we could, and we arrived around 11 after attempting to contact Wanda with marginal success to beg her to let us check in late. She didn’t feel comfortable speaking English, but to her credit, she stayed for a long time even though she didn’t know what we were saying. I think we missed her by about 15 minutes or less.
The long version of the story includes a detailed account of me accidentally stalking the inhabitant of the first floor apartment and us trying to figure out which balcony would be ours. You know, just in case Scott could climb onto the balcony and break in from outside without actually breaking in. Neither option worked, so we ended up sleeping in the car until sunrise. Ta da! That’s the short version of the story.
We trekked back up the hill first thing in the morning to Wanda’s Casa and checked in for a nap and a shower. We loved our hotel, even if we were only there for two hours. Wanda was friendly and apologetic, and we would go back in a heartbeat. But we would definitely get there earlier for check-in.
The good news? Well, other than really liking Wanda (whose real name we did know for a few hours), we did get to wake up in the car with this view:
The waiter at Buca di Bacco seated us at the very same table we ate at three years earlier on the first night of our European honeymoon adventure (even without any plotting or requesting on our part). It was still delicious, and the view was still wonderful.
Then we started the hike we took on said honeymoon. We knew finishing that hike would be impossible. It’s supposedly a 4-hour hike that we somehow stretched into 7 hours. I think we added an extra vertical piece of hiking and some extra mileage at the end. Or something. We aren’t that slow, but we knew ahead of time it would be an abbreviated hike.
My pizza belly didn’t want to go up there.
I may or may not have harassed Scott on the hike, because I was kind of terrified that we would miss the last ferry to Capri for that night’s hotel reservation. Yeah, I definitely harassed Scott. Poor Scott. The good news is that we made the ferry with at least 10 minutes to spare. Whew.
And we said goodbye to Positano for the day.