The other evening I experienced the most romantic dinner ever. Except there were no men. But it was sooo romantic, we had such a lovely evening, here let me explain:
We had heard about this place, Le Sirene, that served dinner right on the beach front, with the tables on the sand, but when we suggested it to our Italian menfolk they shook their heads and made excuses not to go. So we went without them, seven girls in seven lovely dresses with seven pairs of sparkly flip-flops. We were picked up from the pier at 8.30 by two handsome men in a little boat and they spirited us away from Positano whilst pouring us glasses of sparkling wine and tempting us with olives and fried zucchini flowers.
As we pulled into the cove and moored at the small jetty we all exclaimed with delight. The sun was just setting and had turned the sky and sea various shades of pink. A table had been set out on the beach, right on the edge of the sea and was surrounded with lit candles. We looked around in wonder. The whole beach was dotted with candles and a wicker sofa and two matching armchairs had been set up beside our table, a place to retire to after our meal.
Soft music wafted out of the small hotel which was the only building in the cove. We had the whole beach to ourselves. We sat down at the table and there was a moment of satisfied silence as we all stared out to sea, admiring the pink sky and the view that reached to Capri.
The sky became dark and the flickering candles created long shadows that were mesmerising to watch. We told each other stories, exchanged experiences, reminisced and roared with laughter (especially on reading the badly translated menu, ‘grilled mozzarella up lemonfrog’ for example.
After we had eaten and drank our fill we drifted apart into little groups. Some went to dance on the hotel terrace, their shadows whirling around larger than life, some went to recline in the various hammocks that dangled temptingly from rafters, and the rest of us relaxed on the wicker chairs on the beach. At midnight our boatmen reappeared and drove us back to town, over the moonlit black water that was as still as a lake. As we drew closer the lights from the town glittered like jewels on the flat surface while above us millions of stars shimmered like fairy dust. We alighted onto the pier in a daze, our magical evening had finished...or had it all been a dream?