Arriving in Sicily felt like we had returned home, back to wishing everyone a bonna sera (only after two in the afternoon), ordering cappucino (only before eleven in the morning), taking pleasure in an afternoon nap and late dinners all whilst serving up a gleeful ciao to everyone we meet.
Ahhhh Procida, the small island (just four kilometers squared) off the coast of Naples. Mostly notable because: it’s not Capri, (that seemed to be where most other travellers were headed) which is why we were not, most travellers will head south west to continue their tour of the coast of Amalfi.
If we were to say that our two weeks in Umbria were travelling slow then our two weeks from Lucca to Amalfi were at warp speed. Part out of necessity and part enjoying time with friends and part avoiding spending too much time (and money) in the big cities.
Looking back on our two weeks in Umbria I am reminded of such fondness for the people, the food and the landscape. A memory I feel will last much longer than I expect. I half expect to reminisce about it for the rest of my life if I’m honest. I longed for the landscape without even realising.
About a year ago I discovered the EPW whilst listening to a podcast about the camino. Amazed that one could wander through four countries by foot over two weeks, with likeminded people, on a shoestring budget was never something I ever thought to be possible. I was hooked on the idea.
