Dolce Vita Bloggers: Our favourite place in Italy!

"Nooooooo, Mummy we don't want to get in!!" We screamed, again and again. We were stood in our knickers, on the sandy shores of Positano beach and were quite content playing in the sand. We clearly had absolutely no desire whatsoever to get into a little wooden boat that would take us into the crystal clear, electric blue scary, dangerous sea! After sunning ourselves on the beach, frolicking around in our underwear, for a while longer, it was time to head back to our Grandad's apartment in Sorrento. (We think we won the war with the boat and did not step foot in it.) With it's white washed walls, and white marble floors - the apartment was perfect for two four year olds and one two year old to tuck into plates of Nanna and Grandad's delicious spaghetti with tomato sauce, without a care in the world! 
Once our lunch was demolished, we watched an extravagant parade, from the comfort of our balcony, mesmerized by the colours and statues that were being carried through the city. They looked heavy and the street was crowded, but the sounds of hundreds of Italians chanting and talking was comforting. With Nanna and Grandad close by, as well as our Mum and Dad, we were practically home.

The next day we took a trip to see our Aunties in Praiano, a small fishing village, and no doubt our favourite place in Italy. We climbed what felt like hundreds of steps, for our tiny legs, to make it to the house Nanna grew up in. Years later we came to count those steps and hundreds there are indeed. Once at the top we proceeded to scream from the hilltops 'Billy!!! Billy!!!", the name of our Auntie's dog, who had ran through the gate to greet us and then kept on going. Completely distraught in our fears that we had lost him forever (you may have gathered by now that we were quite dramatic children) we stood and shouted his name until he thankfully came back.

And so, with Billy safely within the house walls, we helped our Auntie's prepare lunch in the kitchen, whilst yet again, sporting just our knickers - notice a theme, one of which we have no idea why - We stood on little over turned crates helping to clean the freshly caught fish of the day while happily getting our hands mucky and listening to the chatter of our family in the background.

These are snippets from our very first trip to Italy, when we were four, and when Grandad still owned an apartment in Sorrento. From pictures and a few family videos, these are the moments we remember the most. It was the only time we went to Italy with both our Nanna and Grandad at the same time, as years later, Nanna had a heart operation and stopped flying. We have been back three times since this trip, but we remember these fragments of our first time there fondly. We hope to go many more times in the years to come and we especially can't wait to take our husbands. It's about time they saw what all the fuss is about!! :)

We hope you enjoyed another of our Italian posts. We can't wait to read your favourite Italian Cities and memories in this months #DolceVitaBloggers :)

Read our first #DolceVitaBloggers post "Our Italian Connection" 

Buona Giornata!

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