Sorrento

A full moon was rising as we pulled out of the port and trundled along the Amalfi coast. I wish I could let the pictures speak for themselves, but they fail to capture the vividity of the sunset, the layers of pink and purple and blue coating the mountains, those first tiny coastline lights appearing, the up down motion over the waves and hum of the ferry. I was the lone traveler within a boat of pleasant locals, heading home after a day out, and I was elated. 

I was remembering the last time I had seen that full moon, hanging white and round over the Eiffel tower, in the early blue velvet dawn, as the sun glimmered red and orange on the other side of the bridge. That had been my welcoming image to Paris; now, my welcoming image to Southern Italy was the moon rising amid a warm, azure blue as the sun set behind the mountains. 

I was feeling it again; that feeling I had had in Paris that first night, that travel feeling, when you’re venturing beyond the known and tickled with excitement. So I let that feeling simmer as we careened over the waves, and soon we had pulled underneath the cliffs into the port of Sorrento. Beautiful, beautiful Sorrento.