For those of you who don’t know, I spent my first semester of the current school year in Europe. The University of Dallas has what is called the Rome Program. A group of 95 students, 5 professors, and a small group of staff live together for four months on the outskirts of Rome. Almost every weekend is a four day weekend, so everyone is allowed to travel outside of Italy until classes resume late Monday morning. There were also tons of class trips made throughout Italy and Greece.
Our first class trip was to Souther Italy, otherwise known as Campania.
One of the few places we went to was Amalfi Coast. It’s famous for it’s delicious lemons and gorgeous beaches. We spent the morning strolling around, visiting churches and eating delicious lemon treats. My favorite was the lemon-flavored granita, which is basically a fancy version of a slushy.
We were told that the Amalfi beach inspired many Greek stories, like the Sirens in The Odyssey. The day was unbearably hot and humid, making the blue waters that much more welcoming. We all practically ran towards the cool waters, with sweat dripping down our faces and backs.
As beautiful as it was, however, the waves were hella wild. They kept throwing us against the sharp boulders, covered with mushy algae and sea urchins. I even almost fully stepped on one. Eventually I just gave up actual swimming and stuck to the shore.
The sand there wasn’t even sand either. It was instead small pebbles that burned like the sun and were painful to walk on barefoot.
Some kids even went cliff diving. In theory this is a pretty cool (probably insane) idea. If it weren’t for the height. Or the 20 minute nonstop swim to it. Or the crazy waves. Or the sharp boulders. One of us even hurt their leg and had to put it in a cast. A lot of us also got cuts and bruises.
The Amalfi Coast, while gorgeous, was not in the least relaxing or calm.
We ended the trip in Positano, where some of my favorite memories are.
Like the dance parties in the hotel lobby and the sunset watching at the beach. Especially the beach.
It was about a five minute walk from the hotel we were staying at, and almost everyone wanted to watch the sunset there for our last night of the trip. The beach, unlike the one at Amalfi, was calm. With soft sand and warm waves that gently rocked us about.
The sky was magnificent. A complete gradient of colors that reflected off of the waters like an impressionistic painting. One moment it would be orange and yellow, and in another purple and pink. With this as our gorgeous backdrop, everyone sang songs and acted like complete fools. For that one night everyone let loose before heading back to work the following morning.