Sorrento, Italy (Sorrento, Italia)
Despite being firmly located along the tourist trail, Sorrento somehow manages to remain genuine and extremely Italian - old men gesticulate at each other outside every corner shop, and moped riders stop in the middle of the street to have a chat, an argument or to fall in love (sometimes all in one encounter). And is the driving any less chaotic? Don't think it for a second. The roundabouts alone have been known to reduce some people to tears.
In the cloister of the Chiesa di San Francesco we found seclusion amid vines and blossoms. The vines didn't produce kiwi fruit, but we did find some Kiwis anyway - stopping at an ATM we saw that the three girls in front of us had Cash Passports. We struck up a conversation about where they were from (Auckland), the awesomeness of Croatia and the apparent difficulty that hiring a car in Naples brings, before parting ways, never to see them again. It's a small world, and even smaller when you're from New Zealand!
You may be wondering where we ate for the two nights we stayed in the city. Funilly enough, we liked the first place we visited so much that we returned the next night!
On the way I saw this. The photo needs no further explanation aside from that it is the most Italian bin I've seen. (I hope you appreciate this because on either side of the bin were benches filled with judgemental elderly men waiting for a bus and they stared at me like I was taking a picture of a...well...an overflowing bin I guess.)
Saying our goodbyes to Sorrento, we drove down the coast and stopped for a few hours at a beach as the weather was clear and warm. It was crowded, like any beach near the Amalfi Coast, but we found a good spot and watched firefighting helicopters fill up their orange buckets in the sea for a good long while. Turns out it's not just Italian women who are fiery, but so is the landscape!