Positano is a town that tumbles down the cliffs of the Amalfi Coast, perfectly picturesque regardless of the rainclouds overhead. It was a rough ride with multiple people being sick on the overcrowded bus multiple times, which made all of us a little nauseous too, but we jumped off at the top of the mountain overlooking the prettiest view of white and pink buildings leading down to the sea and everything turned magically better. A group of people decided to attempt the Path of the Gods hike from Positano to Amalfi, but we decided to make our way down to the beach and enjoy the town of Positano that we had obsessively looked up on Tumblr. 

We walked up and down the winding pathways and ladder-like stairs that cut their way alongside hotels and houses and eventually made our way into the main strip of adorable boutiques selling limoncello and Italian linen. The fresh scent of lemons wafted through the entire town, and even though it poured buckets of rain for a good half hour during which we store-hopped for shelter it was refreshing and the fog set the perfect background for the day (I missed you, Karl the Fog!). The beach was pretty much empty when we got there and we went on a ravenous hunt for sea glass to fill our little bottles with and continued our hunt after a yummy lunch at La Zagara.

After ample time on the beach we climbed up the other side of Positano to catch the SitaSud bus to Amalfi, which was a much better ride than the last because we stood on the steps looking out of the huge window on the edge of the cliffs lining the Amalfi Coast looking out at the ocean. The views were out of this world amazing and not even the woman who managed to elbow me in the head three times could take away from the giddiness that was the bottom step of that bus as we looked into grottoes and out at Mt. Vesuvius through the clouds and the entire bus was laughing as the bus turned into the SitaSud Express and the driver (who we determined was a wizard) hugged all of the curves with such great enthusiasm that he couldn't stop honking his horn and shouting out to his audience of passengers.

An hour or so later we were dropped off at the piers of the city of Amalfi, which we were a little confused about because we thought it was the main attraction since the coast is named after it, but there was one strip of stores that went up towards the cliffs which we walked up and down once in no time. We visited the cathedral and cloister, and the ornately decorated Crypt of St. Andrew which had the most intricate marble inlaid columns I've ever seen. We decided to go back down to the pier where we coincidentally ran into the rest of our group from the morning and hopped back into down for some quick bites (of arancini -- the southern equivalent to supplí) before heading back to Sorrento and passing out on the bus as it soothingly rocked through the wilderness back to our home base. It was an exhausting day of exploration, but I am so entirely obsessed with Positano I would go back in a heartbeat. I also think the ocean always does a girl some good, and the adorable seaside cluster of mediterranean bungalows didn't hurt either.