Bright memories – 10

Family holidays always had to balance my insatiable desire to see everything with allowing pool and sociable time for the youngster. He was good at finding a friend and our holiday to Sorrento was memorable in that respect. Always a keen football fan, Juventus was one of the teams he favoured, and his black and white striped Del Piero shirt greatly endeared him to the Italian waiters. He also had a passion for Ferrari, in those Schumacher days, and one of the small boys at our hotel was of the same mind. They formed a great attachment and much fun was had, but the inevitable day came when Liam had to go home. Our son was out of bed at crack of dawn- the only time on that holiday- and downstairs to say his farewells. I watched, with a huge lump in my throat.

Fortunately a distraction was planned for that day. An outing to Amalfi. Initially not much of a treat for James, who felt coach sick for most of the winding journey down the coast. I was in awe of one of the most beautiful journeys I had ever made, whilst ministering to the youngster. My gaze riveted to the coach window, I prayed fervently that he could hold on till our stop. Which he did, only to be bundled onto another coach up to the dizzying heights of Ravello. Nor were the stunning villas Rufolo and Cimbrone much to his taste. What a selfish parent! But the aerial views in that first link show you the wonderful landscape in a way I can’t hope to.

I seem to remember he ate his bodyweight in pizza and chocolate ice cream once we were back at ground level. And there was the amazing Duomo to see, and a wander through the charming streets. I could have lingered by the harbour, but there was a hydrofoil heading back up the coast which finally put a smile on his face. The journey was every bit as bumpy as the coach, but he didn’t mind one bit. A happy family again!

78 comments

  1. A very special memory Jo. Funny how some of the bumps in the road are what help us to remember and smile as we think back. We laugh the loudest at the things that didn’t work exactly as planned! Lovely images.

  2. Winding roads are the worst if you’re feeling car sick. What an amazing view at the end of it though, not to mention the chocolate!

    1. I knew of its reputation, Susan, and even I felt a touch of motion sickness, but I was too diverted by the scenery to care πŸ€—πŸ’•

  3. Gorgeous views Jo and lovely memories. My boy’s an only, so we were always really happy when he found other kids to play with on holiday. I love how kids bond so quickly and so fully.

    1. Instant soul mates in some cases, Su πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ I remember a little curly-haired chap called Kirk and a blow-up crocodile even further back in time, in the Greek Islands.

  4. Such lovely memories. I must say I can relate to not enjoying being in a vehicle for windy roads or high roads. If I know an outing will include these we now know to take it very slowly… But for sure challenging for me. Italian pizza and gelato make up for a LOT!

    Love your photos, they are just stunning.
    Bouiganvilea is such a welcome addition to any vista and therefore photo.

    Peta

    1. We have a deep crimson one up on our roof, Peta, and I spend hours admiring it πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ Thanks for coping with the winding roads for me.

  5. What a fun memory, Jo. I could just picture your son saying goodbye to his new friend, and I’m sure you have even more wonderful stories from beautiful Amalfi. Gorgeous photo and that’s a spectacular view! πŸ™‚

    1. Italy seems to do the spectacular well, Debbie. Looking at those views again now, I’m still struck by how incredibly beautiful it is πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

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