It was a miracle we made it to our destination. Between the wedding madness and jetlag, our bodies didn’t recognize north from south. In Rome, the train to Naples took off without us. Once in Sorrento, the receptionist was halfway home before we reached the hotel’s door. We called the receptionist’s cell phone, cobbling together an explanation for the tardiness in broken Italian. We apologized, profusely. Finally, we sat in the dark twirling our wedding rings and wondered, “Is this what a honeymoon looks like?”
Looking out over Marina Piccola
Once we made it inside the hotel, the trip took the shape we had wanted. If it had been a movie, our Sorrento adventure would have been an artsy flick. Any action would take a backseat to two central characters who only amble around town. Oh, and what a beautiful town it is. Although our characters don’t ever leave the locale, by the end they find themselves in a different point from where they first set out.
In (real) Sorrento we wandered between the two marinas, Marina Grande and Marina Piccola, eyes widening at the waterside views and fisherman’s nets. There were early morning blues, the sun dancing off the water’s bounce and sway. At dusk, we joined the crowd that gathered to watch the sunset from a camera’s viewfinder. Everyone was eager to freeze the moment.
Two years from now, I doubt that I will remember that perfectly-charred pizza crust or even missing the train in Rome. Rather, I’ll fondly recall how each photo opp, conversation, and endearing diminutive slowly buoyed us along to something faint and exciting.
Sorrento was a tangible middle ground between the US and Spain, work and vacation. It was wonderful respite from future paperwork and all-too-recent papeleo. It marked the shift between ticking single and married, both literally and mentally. Soon enough we would be back in Madrid, experiencing the ups and downs of daily life. But at that moment, we were simply enjoying the start of our story, anticipating the chapters to come.
Surprise art on the walk around town
A fisherman reels in his catch from Marina Grande
The view of the town from Marina Piccola
Marina Piccola at dusk