Lost in Translation

Wednesday brought us rain showers, but that didn’t slow us down! After breakfast, we returned to the center of town to let Rick Steves point us in the direction of the more noteworthy sites. Don’t worry, I won’t recreate the entire self-guided walking tour….just some of the highlights.

My trusty tour guide first led us down the Via Santa Maria Della Pieta. This street dates back to some century in the b.c.’s.

Rick Steves should hire this one.

We couldn’t pass up a photo opp in front of another church. Unfortunately, we couldn’t get a picture of the gorgeous inlaid woodwork framing the interior door. Apparently, Sorrento is known for this type of artistry since there are tons of shops selling pretty little inlaid wood boxes and whatnot.


We passed by the “men’s club” (the old men hanging out in here were so darn cute that I’ll forgive them for being so exclusive),


on our way to take the steps (yes, another set of steps!) down to the little marina at the base of the cliff.

20111027-101927.jpgWe followed their advice, and didn’t try any unsafe bathing.

Once again, Erin indulged my obsession with steep, narrow steps, and we climbed back into town — as opposed to taking the lift.


20111027-102054.jpgBetter views this way too.

By this time we were pretty hungry, so we stopped for lunch across from the men’s club. Just in time too, because what had been a steady drizzle turned into torrential downpours. Unlucky women who had sought refuge in the men’s club were rather promptly kicked out, and the gates locked behind them (they take this men only thing pretty seriously).

The rain finally let up, and we spent the rest of the afternoon shopping, and ducking under awnings when the rain picked up.


You can truly window shop in this town; everything displayed has a prominent price tag. We found these awesome sweatshirts.



20111027-102211.jpgI tried really hard to get Erin to buy “Jealous of My Sound”

By mid-afternoon, Erin was in need of her daily cappuccino fix, so we stopped at a little gelateria that also sold limoncello slushies. We didn’t partake, but we did get some profiteroles and a cannolo.


We had a great time watching the proprietor shout out to, and even chase after, potential customers. I found this habit particularly obnoxious in Quebec City, but somehow, the Italians manage to make it endearing.

Most of the shops had closed down for the afternoon siesta, so we decided to do the same. After a little relaxing in the room, we sauntered down to the lounge for a glass (or two) of wine.


Dinner was sea bass au gratin and pork chops Sorrentine style, followed by the rummiest chocolate torte ever and a delizia limone (a little cake covered in lemony cream), which also seemed doused in some sort of liquor — probably limoncello (Erin did just fine).




3 thoughts on “Lost in Translation

  1. I had read that the woodworking in Sorrento is some of the best in Europe.
    Your food pictures are making me hungry for Italy. Enjoy every bite.
    It’s Thursday morning as I write this, Dad is taking the morning off to work on your new tub…hopefully will be done when you return! I bet Red will be happy to have Grampy with him today.
    Love you both,

  2. Heidi, You have a long history with rummy chocolate cakes. It all began in Frankfurt when you were 3 and I didn’t realize how rummy the cakes were. (We had just arrived in Germany and those cakes were something new to me). You were sitting at the S bahn station all overheated and didn’t want to get up to catch the train.
    I’m off to Portland this morning for a long weekend. Enjoy the rest of the honeymoon and I’ll catch up on the blog when we’re all back home next week.
    Thanks for sharing your adventures (and meals) with us.
    love you both bunches!

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