They say travel is the only thing you buy that makes you richer. I never truly understood that until this June, when I packed a light suitcase, threw in a straw hat, and impulsively booked a trip to the Amalfi Coast. I had no set itinerary, no real plan—just a deep craving for sun, sea, and simplicity. What followed was a week of absolute magic, a mosaic of unexpected friendships, lemon-scented air, cliffside towns, and personal rediscovery. Day One: Arrival in Positano – The Postcard Comes Alive As the bus curved around the mountains and the view opened to Positano, I audibly gasped. The town tumbled down the cliffs like a pastel waterfall, each house in shades of peach, pink, and cream. The Tyrrhenian Sea sparkled in that particular Mediterranean blue that no photo filter can replicate. I stayed in a quaint B&B run by an elderly couple, the Bellinis. Their terraced garden overlooked the coast, and I was welcomed with homemade limoncello and fresh biscotti. My room was si...
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