The idea of climbing down a cliff to lie on a beach is not so bad, of downhill rhythm and exertion and then sleep, sand, water. The idea, though, of climbing one up after you’re done, of heavy limbs and mild dehydration and a sopping wet towel, is something else.
Sorrento is on the top of that cliff, sungold and hovering above the sea like a city in a dream, and its beaches — tiny, with bath cabins perched on wooden docks — are at the bottom. The thought of going down, I could entertain. The thought of going up — hundreds of little stone stairs that weave in one direction and then the other, flush against the rock — I could not.
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Among all of Dubrovnik's white marble spires, there is the bell tower. You can only see into it from atop the city walls, floating above the streets, at eye level with the red-tile roofs for which the city is famous.
On the rainiest of rainy days, the water cascades along Dubrovnik's marble streets in rivers. It rolls down its steps and through its alleys in gushes, as though the hard white city can't bear to absorb a single drop.
When I visited my family in Sicily last spring, I ate almost continuously for a week. In those six days, I forgot what it felt like to be hungry. This, I suppose, is the point of going to Sicily.
I want to ride on a scooter. With a scarf in my hair. A minty green Vespa or plum. Big sunglasses. Little sandals. This is a new idea, a thing I would like to do.
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