September 14, 2011
orange sun beds lined along Spiaggia Grande
I follow Cholo down the Sita bus and look around.
“Look at the houses Bubba!” I said to Cholo while pointing to it. “They are right on the cliff face.”
Cholo looks around glowing with delight.
The sun is now out and beaming down. The surrounding area is radiating with a warmth of color that I will never see anywhere else.
The sea breeze is gently fanning it’s cool breath around us.
I see something orange.
“What are those orange things down there?” I asked out loud.
We look over the ledge and saw the beach. We saw orange sun beds in a perfect line.
“Let’s make our way to the beach!” exclaims Cholo.
And off we went down the road that would hopefully lead us to it.
The road we took on a whim indeed brought us to Spiaggia Grande. Buses stop on the top of the hillside in Positano since the city is almost living “vertically” unto the cliff face. Getting down to sea level would involve walking down the meandering road.
I’m glad that there were not as much stairs involved. *laughs* (check my blogs about Praiano here to understand what I meant.)
Walking in Positano is quite an experience.
You see the street lined with quaint houses painted in different shades of red, yellow and white.
The street is also lined with pots of flowering yellow flowers and trees with pink blossoms.
Many tourists stop along the ledge (that includes me) to see the magnificent view of the sea. It is indeed breath-taking. It is also awe inspiring to see for your very eyes the houses built unto the cliff face. Such is human innovation, working with what he has.
You see various Italian kids zooming past in their colorful Vespas, while jumping out of their way.
Positano was also a fishing village back in the day. It became one of Italy’s top tourist destination when it got featured in various articles and movies through out time.
by a jewlery store
We felt how touristy Positano was when we walk through the a path way that felt like a mercato. It was the path we took that led Chiesa Santa Maria Assunta di Positano and onwards to Spiaggia Grande.
We saw lots of shops selling different ceramic pieces; from plates to kitchen accessories, ceramic table tops, ceramic tiles. I would have bought a lot if it wouldn’t make my luggage heavier than it already is.
There were quaint little shops selling linen clothes, skimpy swim wear and some sold Italian art. Contemporary Italian art.
When we found ourselves by the door of Chiesa Santa Maria Assunta di Positano, we decided to entered to have a look. We took the time to rest and thank God for blessing us with such an experience. All I remembered was that it was all white inside the church. It was heavily accented with gold lines around the arches and domes. It had a high ceiling which I liked. It was bright and airy. There was a beautiful fresco depicting the virgin and angles. I believe there were a few popes in it too.
I stood up and walked over to the candles. I was quite surprised to find out that they were electric candles. I tried lighting one. I placed 1 Euro into the slot and clicked on the switch.
My electric candle didn’t light up. I clicked on it again. No Light. After the 5th try I gave up.
A list of profane words ran through my mind at that instant. I walked back to Cholo and told him I would wait for outside.
I walked over to Piazza Flavio Gioia and looked around. Spiaggia Grande is bordered by an esplanade lined with restaurants. I check out my travel guide, Fodor’s Italy 2009, to check out what’s the 411 of the surrounding area. Well it turns out that restaurants here are the best and the priciest in Positano. I closed my guide book.
Cholo was now at my side and we decided to head to the beach and to relax.
the other two gay couple
We found a nice spot at the stoney beach. I propped my scarf and we laid on top of it. It wasn’t very comfortable, but a sun bed for rent can cost you between 5 to 10 Euros. That was how much our lunch of two slices of pizza and 2 cans of coke cost us.
We enjoyed the wonderful scenery.
We saw sailboats pass on the the water.
We saw another gay couple a few meters away from us enjoying their time together.
We saw kids splashing in the water. Italian men and women in their skimpy and colorful swimsuits.
The occasional Korean tourists posing for pictures.
The occasional Japanese tourists in their colorful swimming outfits with sun hats to match.
It was now by mid afternoon and we were already sweating under the sun in Spiaggia Grande. Earlier, before we left our hotel, Cholo asked me if I was going to bring my trunks. I said no, because after all we were going to do a day trip.
I looked over to Cholo and told him, “We should have brought our trunks bubba.”
He was looking at me with his “I TOLD YOU SO” look.
“Well, I didn’t know that we were going to spend the day at the beach!” was my stupid defense. “I also need to pee.”
“Go into the sea!” was all he said with a laugh.
So I stood up and stripped down to my boxers shorts (thank god I was wearing black boxer shorts!) I walked over to the water’s edge and dipped my foot into the water.
That was very cold water.
With no other choice, I dove in.
I did my business unto the Tyrrhenian soon after.
So did Cholo.
We stayed on for a little over an hour just to dry up. We then retraced our steps and continued to explore the rest of Positano.
To get to Positano click here to read my blog “Making It To Praiano”