The trip was so scenic en route to Positano. On a narrow sliver of road, clinging to a cliff, we wound high above the Mediterranean as frothy white waves crashed into the rocks far below. A few times, we came head-to-head with another vehicle, and one would have to back away to make room for the other—a game of chicken in one of the most beautiful places on earth. On particularly dramatic curves, our guide would shout out, in the most Italian way possible, “Mamma Mia!”
It was a good tour and a memorable day along the Amalfi Coast. But I will be honest: It could’ve been better. Those turns were so dramatic because we were lumbering along in a big motor coach, packed to the gills. At every stop, a long wait ensued to disembark. I was seated at the back of the bus, and it felt like forever for the large tour group to walk down the handful of stairs, off the coach, and out to the photo point.
