Maybe it’s the weather. Spring. That fresh air. Carrying the scents of baby leaves, buds about to burst, the planet’s new tip toward the sun.
But I’ve got Positano on my mind.
There is only one place like it. Adjacent towns along the Amalfi Coast are not exactly Positano. They all have their own secret charm. But only in Positano do the buildings pile up so high.
Does the beach draw you to the sea. Do the meandering, circling, serpentine streets take you from the top…
…to the bottom and back again.
And every storefront, hotel, restaurant, cafe along the way is where you want to spend hours–
each place — one at a time…
— so that you stay in Positano for an unlimited amount of days. Yes, that’s what I want.