I think most people have some concerns or anxieties about traveling. Mine is about being late, the subsequent rushing that may occur and the possibility of missing flights/connections can cause considerable physical reactions for me. (Yep, missing flights has happened twice = major meltdown). I was indulged and we left home with plenty of time to spare. We traveled by train to the city and rode the sky bus to the airport. Departure a little delayed, but another uneventful flight.
I do love an A380 - amazing structures.
Some time in transit was needed after arriving at Heathrow. As we had a very early flight out the next morning, we made our way across to Gatwick and checked into the airport hotel for a G & T, shower and sleep. Changing hemispheres is an effective early morning wake up call, which meant we were up and re-focused, with plenty of time for our connecting early morning flight to Naples.Our destination was Positano and the hotel had organised a pick up for us. Marco, the rather handsome olive skinned, dark haired, young dude, oozing personality was standing there with a sign that read “My Terry Positano”. We figured we had found our man. Marco proceeds to advise us that he has spent two lengthy “working holidays” in Australia, so he was right across being the “best driver” for us.
First time for us through Naples and the Amelfi Coast and like everyone had advised ….. spectacular. And it is hot - 30 degrees ++. Marco took off and after some small talk he offered a “suggestion - just a suggestion - only if we want”. Of course that led to another suggestion and soon we were meeting our personal guide for a 2 hour stroll in the midday sun around Pompeii. Actually, I have to admit, it was a great tour and my history, geography and social studies quota for that day was definitely reached.
Marco stayed with the car and our luggage and he was exactly where we anticipated meeting him as we concluded our “drainage system of Pompeii” tour. On the road again and of course he chatted away to us in that melodic way Italian speak. Listening to the Italian language always make me think of the graphic of a heartbeat …. Words go up, then down and then plateau in tone. Imagine this …. AL (tone rises) LO (tone drops) RA (last sound plateau) …. Allora !
Allora, back to Marco and the drive and we were serenaded by Andrea Bocelli singing, then we swung into the classics of Dean Martin Marco continued, stopped on the roadside for an incredible lemon granita and Marco continued to give us his suggestions ….he advised how Naples was the best city in Italy, best opera house is in Naples, best seafood was in Naples, best shopping was in Naples …. He was actually from Sorrento.
It did not seem to take long before we zipped around a corner and Marco declared “welcome to Positano” with a grand sweeping gesture of his hand in true Italiano style.Yes, the vista was truly breathtaking and exactly what the picture books had displayed and all others who had visited before us had described.
How holiday was about to commence.
Have you ever missed a flight ? Did you stress about it or accept that event was done and you could nothing about it?
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