I always envisioned my first visit to Positano involving leisurely strolls through a dreamy, brightly colored coastal landscape. Instead, I found myself rushing down a vine-lined street, feeling lost and confused.
Watching the time fly by, I debated whether I’d make it to the beachfront and back in time to catch my shuttle to the cruise ship. My tour guide’s warning from earlier, “Meet here in 45 minutes or we’re leaving without you,” echoed in my head.
Begrudgingly, I turned around and stopped in some of the well-known shops I had dreamed of visiting for years. I couldn’t help be disappointed as I frantically rushed to pick out souvenirs.
Despi…
