When I actually make the effort to leave Positano it all comes back to me why I don’t attempt to leave too often. Getting to the car, parked on the other side of town, praying that it will actually start, scrubbing the dust off the windshields.
Then, getting out of town, past all the tourist buses at 9.30 am, plenty of time to get to the station, buy sandwiches, drinks and something to read. Squeezing through tiny gaps in the roads left by the huge tourist buses, backing up to make more room for the buses to pass, dodging over-confident kids on too fast vespas.
The mad, crazy driving, the honking of horns, shouting, waving of hands. Life-risking manoeuvres by motorists and bikers, the overtaking on blind corners, the driving as close as possible to the car in front in the hope that they will move and let you past. And the traffic.
The traffic that came to a standstill just outside of Sorrento and crept along at snails pace, all the way to Pompeii, making us seriously doubt the possibility of arriving at Naples train station before midday. But somehow we made it with 2 minutes to spare, egging the traffic on by jumping up and down in our seats and pushing our necks forwards, as if nudging the car onwards by sheer will-power might help.
It was a perfect rendition of the classic ‘family behind schedule’ as we ran frantically through the station, searching for the right platform. Crumpled clothes, bags flying, Skye being dragged along too fast for her little legs, clutching her pink bag and her toy sheep, yelling out, “bye Daddy!” As I found the right platform the train pulled in, luckily for us a little behind schedule too.
So a few hours later we arrived in Florence and drove out to the Chianti region. Rolling hills, grapevines, cool fresh air and not a buzzing motorino in sight. I have plenty of wine at my disposal, gardens for Skye to run around in and I've even managed to log onto a distant wireless network (sshhh!). It is much cooler here than down south. I wish I had brought some shoes (instead of just flip flops) and a jacket for the evenings, but maybe I'll do some shopping in Florence later today.