Why I Don’t Recommend Driving the Amalfi Coast (and other Italian travel mistakes)
Our first week exploring Southern Italy. Beautiful, bonkers, and occasionally terrifying.
There’s something about arriving in Naples that feels like being dropped into the middle of an argument you didn’t realise you were part of.
Everyone’s shouting, honking, gesturing wildly, and narrowly avoiding each other (cars, pedestrians, bikes), on the road.
Our Italian adventure began there, two sisters and a vague plan: history, coastline, good food, and the promise of a slower pace. (Spoiler: we got three out of four.)
Pizza, Pride & Perfect Coffee
We started gently with a hop-on-hop-off bus around Naples. It’s one of my favourite ways to get the lay of the land when I arrive somewhere new. You can see the city from a safe, elevated distance before being brave enough to walk into it.
From the top deck, Naples was glorious. Coastal views, pastel buildings clinging to cliffs, washing lines strung between balconies like festive bunting.
On the ground, however, Naples feels a bit run down and unkempt. The streets are cracked, the buildings faded, and the traffic …
