We arrived in Vietri Sul Mare by train and as Italy is wont to disarm you with its beauty, we were instantly brought to tears by the view from the station—seemingly deserted and carrying a charming antiquity about it, atop a hill on a dead end road with weeds springing out from between its cobblestones. The Amalfi drive could be seen from a distance hugging the ocean and the crisp line of the horizon was lost between the dance of blues among the sky and the water. It’s moments like these that we feel so fortunate to be alive on this little phenomenon called earth. And when you’re in Italia, these moments are everywhere. So, in the words of Giò, “Never forget to look out the window, Kid.”
The days that followed were tranquil and introspective. We enjoyed our time together as well as apart, sitting side by side but occupying our own mental spaces. Italy was a gift in that way. There is an energy about it that I’m sure a lot of people feel but can’t necessarily describe. And that’s okay because it is a gift that’s very personal.
We cannot wait to return and build upon an ever-lasting foundation of family memories that we hold so dear. Joe’s smile twinkled on the waters of the Amalfi Coast as we continued our journey North.