Week 24 : The Yacht Series

Sunday 10th of September
Amalfi Coast : The Yacht Series

Blowing up scooters, getting lost in the mountains, days spent by the sea in Sorrento, sunsets over Positano, and enough coffee to keep you up for months.
That is how I remember the Amalfi coast.
Of course all of those adventures along side one of my best mates Alanah, made it the trip of a lifetime.
This time round, it’s a little different. I am viewing the stunning coastline that is the Amalfi coast from the place I call work and home. The Yacht.
After a few days of thunderstorms, rain and wind we were able to cruise from Naples to Amalfi. The feeling I got when we went past all the places Alanah and I ventured last year was something similar to nostalgia I guess you could say. Not in a bad way, in a way that I hadn’t realised how much I really missed this place. I’ve re discovered my missing piece and all the memories I have here.
Being back has me feeling all sorts of things.
The strangest though is that I no longer have this longing, because now that I am here it feels as if I never left.
Remembering the café’s we ate at, rock pools we discovered, coastlines we rode along, and all the people we met along the way.
I think that’s what travelling does. It gives you this feeling that you will never be completely at home again, because a part of your heart is always elsewhere. That in itself is the price we pay for the richness of loving and knowing people in more than one place.
I have travelled enough to know this and really start to understand it.
No matter where I am, I always feel a little incomplete.
In a way that I am always searching for more.
Searching for what San Sebastian has and why its not in Positano, and what Positano has and why that’s not in Scotland, and then what Scotland has and why isn’t it back home in Coffs Harbour.
All these things, that all these places have, is what makes them so unique and special to me. They all have a part of my heart. Every country I’ve visited, place I’ve seen, street I’ve walked, mountain I’ve climbed, they all have a piece of me.
Never a day goes by that I wish to have that piece back either.
Because in each place; when I return, I will pick up my piece and feel as if I never left.
This is the exact feeling I have right now, returning to the Amalfi coast.
A foreign place, part discovered and yet a whole lot undiscovered. Awaiting my footsteps again. I can’t think of anything that gives me more sense of childlike wonder than being in a country where I am so ignorant to almost everything. I feel five years old again. I can’t understand anything and I have only the most rudimentary sense of how things work. Honestly, I can’t even cross the street without endangering my life.
My existence becomes a series of interesting guesses and chance.

As Bill Bryson said – “To my mind, the greatest reward and luxury of travel is to be able to experience everyday things as if for the first time, to be in a position in which almost nothing is so familiar it is taken for granted.”

There you have it; today is the last day of this trip.
10 days with the guests and its gone as quick as it came.
They will leave soon and then 10 days off in paradise begins.
Even though the weather has been less than average, I have no doubt we will still make the most of it.
I plan to do ‘the walk of the gods’ (which I will blog and vlog about hehe), explore Positano again, hire a motorbike and ride the coast line, rediscover Pompeii and enjoy a lot of downtime reading and writing.
This afternoon we are off for a wine tasting session in Pompeii which I cant wait for, If it involves wine, I’m there.

I hope you all enjoy the week ahead, and ill check back in soon.

Ciao for now;
Big love,
x .j

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