Positano Dreaming

I took a jaunt to my homeland (UK) for 3 years and in that time I travelled A LOT. There was one country, actually one place in particular that completely took my heart… POSITANO.

What. A. Dream.

It was the drive over the cliffs through tiny villages and even tinier roads all lined by lemon trees that initially set my heart racing, but when my girl friends and I rounded the corner in our taxi we were all speechless... The view, the colours, the turquoise sea, the houses all lined up the cliff... I was a goner from then!

Our hotel that we chose was absolutely perfect, Hotel Pupetto right down on the shore we could hear the waves lapping the stony beach from our room. Getting there though was a journey in itself. I can honestly say I have never laughed harder in my entire laugh. There must have been at least 300 steps and we had 300 kilos of luggage, need I say more.

I still remember the feeling of checking into our room and it hitting me that I was actually in Positano. It had been a dream of mine for so long and to experience it with two of my closest friends was even more of a dream come true. It was one of those moments where you feel like you are exactly where you are supposed to be in that moment in time.

We spent our four days drinking Aperol spritz, eating pasta, sunbathing, dancing, laughing, walking and just genuinely blissed out.

I wish I could bottle all the energy from this Holiday but I will leave you with the photos of our time and hopefully inspire you to experience the magic for yourself one day

x HN

Travel, LifestyleHannah Neller