Our last night in Sorrento we walked the streets and shops.
The hotel has a shuttle that goes downtown. Our driver, ‘Lello is quintessential Italian. Terrible 80s pop music on low, devil may care attitude while driving, and pointing out the sites we passed, very nice, and all personality… but I understood 1 out of 3 words in English, Italian or whatever combination of both. (I’m pretty proficient in accents. I spent 6 years living downtown in the melting pot of Philly.) The driver gave us landmarks to use to find the meeting point, which we thought was past the orange trees near the mesh squares. It took us 4 days to realize he was saying “above the main square.”
My mom and I fell in love with Via San Cesareo the last time we were in Sorrento and it’s exactly how I remember it- charming and lively.
I always said when I win the lottery that my friends and family will know where to find me- there’s a little shop that does cameo carvings in shells. That’s what I want to do and where I want to stay. A girl can dream. Everybody’s family in Sorrento.
There’s a famous song, “Return to Sorrento.” The idea is that you hear the call of the sea, smell the orange trees, and enjoy enough that you never leave… or if you have to leave that you always come back. The meeting point stop for the hotel shuttle was directly in front of the hotel where my grandparents stayed when they were in Sorrento years ago. Funny how it’s the little details in life that come full circle.