Of all the traveling decisions we made on this vacation, hiring a car service to get us to the Amalfi Coast was the best one; the ride is gorgeous, but harrowing. Extremely narrow roads skirt cliff edges all along the coast and the guard rails leave a bit to be desired. Local drivers speed along these tiny roads and pass anyone going too slow — we saw cars overtaking slower drivers even while going through the narrow tunnels cut into the cliffside.
Giant tour buses have to make three-point turns at certain switchbacks where the buses can’t make the 180-degree turn in one go. It was terrifying. I white-knuckled it through the entire trip and had to close my eyes a few times as we wound around the hairpin turns. Our driver though, thought nothing of it — he lived there his whole life and this was simply second nature for him.
The scenery was AMAZING and the destination was well-worth the drive. My absolute recommendation though is to leave that trip to the experts and hire a car!
We stayed in a beautiful Airbnb apartment in the lovely village of Praiano, which is situated on the coast right between Positano and Amalfi. We were there just before the real tourist season began, so Praiano, much smaller and more residential than it’s two more well-known neighbors, was very, very quiet. In fact, it was almost too quiet — during the high season I would DEFINITELY stay there rather than in Positano or Amalfi, which are packed to the gills with tourists, but in the off-season, very little in Praiano was open. Live and learn.
Praiano is an absolutely gorgeous village though, and we loved our apartment — the view from the porch was pretty hard to beat.
While on the Amalfi coast, we wanted to relax a bit, do less touring of important sights, and just take in some of the natural beauty of the area. We spent a day on the beach in Positano, which was gorgeous, and although the water was way too cold for me, the kids got in and loved it. Positano was such a lovely town — there were great shops and cool restaurants and all the pretty pastel-hued houses are built into the side of the mountain, some practically hanging out over the water.
On our second day there, which happened to be Quinn’s 6th birthday, we hiked the Path of the Gods, an amazing and famous walking trail that winds along the top of the ridge from Amalfi to Positano and offers breath-taking views of the Mediterranean and the rocky coast.
There is a path the intersects the long hiking trail in Praiano, so rather than go to Amalfi to start, we simply walked up the mountainside from our little house and joined the trail about 2/3 of the way through. In order to get to the trail, though, we had to climb 1,000 steps from the road in Praiano up to the hilltop where we joined the official “Path of the Gods”. The steps were steep, unevenly spaced and of irregular height, and some were crumbling away a bit. And, as with everything in Europe, there were no guardrails or handrails.
About twenty minutes into our climb, I began to seriously doubt our decision-making; I wasn’t sure if we’d be able to make it all the way up with the four kids. My legs were burning from all the stairs, some of which were tall for even me to step up to, so they were really tall for the children. And I was nervous about the kids’ lack of fear — I didn’t want to scare them so they weren’t enjoying the hike, but I did want them to understand that caution was required. Since we didn’t know how far we’d really gone and how far ahead the stairs joined the walking trail, I was hesitant to suggest turning back in case going on was a shorter, less precarious route. Although neither Matt nor I actually mentioned turning back during our hike, we both admitted afterwards that we considered it.
I’m so glad we didn’t.
We made it up the stairs and joined the Path of the Gods, and walked the next few miles along the ridge line overlooking the terraced farms of vineyards and lemon orchards and the impossibly blue Mediterranean.
The weather was perfect. The views were amazing. And not once did any of the children complain. I have had quite a few proud moments as a mother, but this day, this hike, ranks high on the list.
The following day we took a boat trip to Capri. Boarding from the little beach in Praiano, we spent about 2.5 hours cruising across the Mediterranean on the way to, and then encircling, the island of Capri. It. Was. AMAZING.
The water is ludicrously blue, the boat went straight into some of the caves and grottos around the island, and I could happily have spent the entire day on the boat just cruising around.
The island of Capri was beautiful, as well — and all the cabs had convertible tops! We didn’t do many of the recommended tourist attractions there, though. All we did was take a stroll through the adorable and quaint main part of town, have some lunch and, of course, gelato.
Then we walked down the hill to a lovely beach where Matt and I plunked down on the smooth rocks (no sand on this beach) and the kids joyfully plunged into the (freezing) sea.
The Amalfi Coast was by far one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever visited and if we had planned correctly, we’d have flown straight home after our relaxing few days there.
Instead, though, we headed back to Rome for one more night. While it was lovely, we were all quite over the tourist-ing. The kids didn’t want to see another single sight (although we did force march them to the Pantheon and the Trevi Fountain, both of which were very cool but ridiculously crowded). We were done with restaurants (although we did head back to Trastevere and have one more amazing meal). We were tired. We were ready to go home.
Our trip to Italy was, in a single word, epic. It has now moved into first place on my list of favorite countries, and I can’t wait to go back.
Also, read about our other Italian Adventures: Rome, Florence, and Naples!