Saturday, July 26

Escape to Ischia

What to do when you live in a holiday resort and want to have a holiday? We decided to take a few days off from the summer in Positano and head over to Ischia for a break. Possibly the laziest but by far the easiest option for getting away from it all as we just had to take an early morning ferry from the pier.

The morning started wonderfully, rain, winds and dark skies. We headed down to the beach with our umbrellas turning inside out and our hoods up.
Luckily by the time we arrived (1 hour 40 min ferry ride) the sun had come out so we hired a couple of scooters for the week and headed over to Sant'Angelo where we met up with Paolo who invited us along on a little adventure.
Ischia is famous for its thermal water. There  are spas and thermal waterparks all over the island. But Paolo has a friend with his own private thermal spring and we were invited along to have a soal in the healing waters.
We caught a boat across the bay, past the Fumarole beach where the sands are so hot you can bury your dinner and leave it to cook for an hour until it's ready.

We pulled up onto the beach and Paolo led us along an odd little walkway that led us behind the beach.

We came out into a tufa valley very near the Cavascura Roman Spa which is set back into the hills and has little cave pools of hot water...
And the next thing we knew was that we were sitting in a hot pool surrounded by roman columns and covered in green mud.
We left the mud on until it started cracking and slowly started washing it off, no mean feat if you have no towels or mirrors.
That little cave behind the pool was where the volcanic hot waters were coming from. It was too hot to touch..
Eventually we dragged ourselves out before we fell asleep and headed back to the beach to flag down a water taxi.
And back to Sant'Angelo for gelato with a view...

Saturday, July 19

Positano beach gym

After my disastrous attempt to run the last couple of kilometres of the Rome Marathon earlier this year, in May I decided to start running again. So to inspire myself I went and signed up for a 10km run in November. That would keep me training, I thought... Obviously I didn't take into consideration where I live and the fact that there are not very many flat areas to run on. Around me it looks mostly like this:

So I have spent rather a lot of time this summer running in circles around the football pitch in Montepertuso...Which. Is.Very.Boring...
The other evening we were invited to dinner at a friends house in Praiano. We arrived in the main square just as the sun was disappearing behind the peninsular:
 It was a warm evening so we opted to eat on the roof terrace..well, wouldn't you with a view like this?
 During dinner Roberto (who is a brilliant fitness instructor with a gym in Praiano) told us that he had reopened the summer gym on Fornillo Beach in Positano. He said he'd be there on Tuesday so why didn't we come along and have a go? Well, why not?
So on Tuesday morning we set off from home, our destination shimmering with patches of turquoise way below us...
 You'd think with all the climbing up and down mountains we do that the gym would be the last thing on our minds...
 But then again... when your gym has a view like this...
 And also a temporary summer solution to my where-to-run problem, I snapped up a summer membership straight away!
Muscle Beach (I know!) is open to everyone from early in the morning until after sunset. You can buy a day pass or a weekly or monthly pass. It is easy to find, just behind the Grassi Beach Bar on Fornillo Beach for the rest of the summer.

Monday, June 30

My Secret June

Here's a little secret: I spent nearly all of June away from Positano. I sneakily pre-scheduled 3 weeks worth of Daily Photos and then upped and left for a 3 weeks of filming. Sneaky!

This is what 5am looked like on the first of June in Positano, as I was leaving.
A few hours later and I'd arrived at the other end of the country and it actually looked pretty similar..
Our days were spent moving from town to town, playing suitcase tetris as we reloaded the minivans.


We passed through some spectacular countryside..
And meanwhile the guys back home kept me up to date with what they were doing:
I can't really tell you yet where I went and what I saw, but believe me we ate well!
There was also time for some silliness, always important when working hard..
Skye kept me up to date with the flowers blooming in the garden. I missed the best of the climbling roses this year..
 I got a terrible case of the giggles in a most inappropriate place, a monastery full of silent monks...oh the shame...
I got to visit cities I always wanted to go to...except Milan...I think I am destined never to go to Milan..
This was my favourite place of all, I can tell you more about it this autumn.
And then suddenly three weeks had passed and a short flight later I found myself back in the garden at home digging up potatoes.
Welcome back to reality!
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