Jaya's Ramblings....: Jaya’s Italian Journal – Italy Trip Day 7, October 5, Sunday Sorrento

Rainy Morning in Sorrento

The morning was rainy and very windy. We still went to the ferry terminal, hoping to catch the sunrise and, if possible, take the ferry to Capri Island.

The weather made us change our plan — going to Capri in the rain and not being able to do anything didn’t make sense. So after hanging out at the ferry terminal for a bit, we came back to the hotel, had a nice breakfast, and took another nap.

We thought of going to Amalfi and Positano, hoping it would be easier because of the rainy day. So we left the hotel and slowly walked down to the bus stop, only to find the whole city in line for the Amalfi and Positano buses. There were at least 200 people — enough for three full buses! The rain had cleared up, so it seemed everyone had the same idea.

We waited for some time and then decided against waiting for the Amalfi bus. Instead, we hopped on the local bus 008 (Meta–Sorrento–Massa Lubrense). The driver spoke very little English, but Google Translate was very helpful. She took us to a town called Meta.

She had 20 minutes before turning the bus back, so we walked around the beach and then rode back with her to another town — about a 50-minute drive, lots of fun, amazing view ( I could sit next to the driver) , and very few passanger in the bus to Massa Lubrense.

That’s where we ate at a family-owned waterfront restaurant, Cantuccio. They make their own olive oil. We ordered mixed seafood — it looked beautiful when the plate arrived, but we couldn’t finish it. I think in life, a lot of things are acquired tastes!

I had never eaten such tiny shrimp or even seen them before. The third-generation there told us all about the restaurant, the town, the family, and their life. They just catch the tiny shrimp and eat them straight from the ocean — not even cooked!

We came back to the main center of Sorrento, did a bit of small shopping, and enjoyed another round of gelato. That’s one disadvantage of carrying a backpack — you can’t shop much.

After a while, we went to the Fisherman’s Marina, and that felt like another world. The dinner there was fabulous — the pasta tasted different, and the sauce was worth licking the plate!

We walked near the water, enjoying the sea view, city lights, and beautiful evening weather.

Morning at Porto Di Marina Piccola