Ah alcohol. How you bring such good nights & sickly mornings. Despite waking up looking and feeling like something that has been caught in a drain, drinking cocktails and wine in Italy is now one of my favourite travel memories.
If you took time to read my recent blog post, you’d remember I was a train wreck when I arrived to Rome. I was ready to wheel my unpacked suitcase straight back to the airport to fly myself right back to my comfort zone.
This was until I actually began my Italian Adventure.
We boarded the bus the next morning to road-trip it to Sorrento, Capri and the Amalfi Coast. With a small and charismatic group of around twelve of us, we exchanged names and ‘where are you from’ ‘why are you choosing to travel’ stories, as you do. We bonded over the nervousness of solo traveling and our excitement for Italy as Luna Mezzo Mare played in the background on the bus. I could feel myself warming to the idea of doing this for the next couple of months. I could feel my nerves ever so slowly begin to fade into the background as the excitement and lust for adventure to overtake me.
As we pulled up to the Camp ground in Sorrento, we unloaded our bags from the bus and scurried to our assigned rooms to get ready for a 3-course meal and Limoncello tasting.
We rocked up to the Limoncello tasting. Now, as an Australian, I stay true to my nation and drink beer on tap and the occasion double vodkas and lemonades. Limoncello was completely new territory to me, but being so famous in Italy and a high chance of getting me drunk for the night there was no way I was passing up downing a few different flavours — whether I enjoyed the taste or not.
Fact: I did not enjoy the taste.
I want to blame that however entirely on the fact that I was told to sip it and not swig it AFTER I swigged it. Australian; what can I say?
After spending a little too long sippin’ different Limoncello flavours, we walked back into the little cobble-stoned side street to buy cheap bottles of wine before our food.
Once again, as a young Australian women, I stick to what I like and know. What I knew was the red wine was not something I liked. That didn’t stop me from going 1/3s in a bottle of the stores cheapest red wine. Screw it, I was in Sorrento and halfway smashed from Limoncello.
As we poured our plastic cups, we stood looking over the water and watching the sunset. Couples cheers-ed each other, friends downed their drinks, others socialised and got to know more about the people they were getting drunk with. We took photos of the sunset, the water and each other. Of each other and with each other.
It really is a beautiful thing; being able to share laughs and unforgettable memories with people who you met only hours ago. To be able to look back on that particular day and still remember their name and story and where they’re heading in life.