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What to do in Positano beyond tourist spots

What to do in Positano beyond tourist spots

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Have you ever traveled somewhere, and even if you’re not home yet, you’ve already started planning on how to return? Yeah, that happened to me in Positano. I am serious. I arrived thinking I would see some nice scenes and eat good pasta, and left feeling as if I had come out of a dream that I never wanted to wake from. I’m not so sure how to describe it. It’s a town perched on a cliff in southern Italy, but describing it that way feels like saying, “Pizza is just bread with stuff on it.” It’s not wrong, but it is way off base.

Fishing in Positano

Fishing in Not a Tourist Show. It's the Real Deal

So, here’s a random morning that stuck with me. I couldn’t sleep (jet lag, probably), so I went down to the beach at like… 6 am? Barefoot. Hair everywhere. Just wondering.

There were these guys already out on boats, hauling in nets like it was the most normal thing in the world, which, to be fair, it is for them. One of them—Antonio, I think his name was—had this old boat that looked like it belonged in a museum. I just sat nearby and watched. Didn’t take pictures, didn’t talk, just…watched.

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It wasn’t unthrifty or wasteful. No tour guide, no “genuine experience” package. Just someone doing what was probably done by his father and grandfather. And the dinner that evening? I swear those grilled fish we consumed at a little trattoria tasted like they had been in Antonio’s net. Could I demonstrate it? No. Did it matter? Not in the least. If you ever visit, make a point to see the fishermen early, like we did. It’s not for show, just to sense human activity; it’s sort of beautiful.

What's Positano Famous For?

Right, yeah, everybody shares their opinion. Sure, they’re crazy. For example, “postcards that make your friends mad” is crazy, but the thing is, Positano’s charm grows in you. It’s the subtle things. The style. Oh, the style. Flowing linen everywhere.

Handmade sandals. I went in for “a quick look” and left €90 poorer but looking like I belonged on a yacht (spoiler: I don’t).

The food? Unfairly good. Even the touristy spots nailed it. I had this lemon ravioli—yes, lemon—and I still think about it sometimes when I’m bored at work. And don’t skip dessert. Ever. Lemon sorbet IN a frozen lemon. I mean…come on.

And then there’s the feeling of the place. It’s hard to explain unless you’re there. How does the sunlight hit the buildings late in the afternoon? It feels like time slows down. Like you’re part of something old and slow and perfect.

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Where Is Positano Anyway?

And How Do You Get There Without Losing Your Mind?

Okay, logistics. Positano is located on Italy’s Amalfi Coast; depending on how insane your driver is (seriously, buckle up!), it is about one to two hours out from Naples. You can also come from Sorrento or Salerno, though. I mean, the ferry is a chef’s kiss. The first sight of Positano from the water is something you will not forget. But, here is a fair warning: this Forion does not have any flat ground. Stairs, stairs, and oh—more stairs. Pack light. Wear good shoes. You’ll thank me later.

Also, don’t bother renting a car unless you enjoy high-stakes cliffside parking. Walking is the move here. It’s actually kinda nice. You stumble onto the best views and gelato shops that way.

Final Thoughts

You go for the views. You stay for the way it makes you feel. And long after you’re back home, unpacked and scrolling through photos, you’ll wish you were still there, climbing stairs, chasing sunsets, and breathing in lemons.