The second long weekend is upon us here at Trinity Rome and I, along with about half of the students here, decided to take this opportunity to explore the Amalfi Coast. That sounds much easier than it actually was. Originally I was supposed to travel with a group of girls as part of a preplanned trip. I signed up with them and happily paid the 180 euro for the trip. When we signed up it sounded like a great deal to me: travel and accommodations all taken care of? Great. A few days later I realized I could organize the trip for significantly less. I convinced another friend to buy out my spot and proceeded to organize a trip for 70 euros.
Though my trip was less extensive than the pre-planned trip was, the girls I traveled with agreed that we were going for the sole purpose of sitting on a beach. And that's exactly what we did. We weren't truly in Amalfi (I actually don't know where exactly we truly were. I think it was Sorrento, but we definitely weren't in the normal part of Sorrento), but we had a lovely little pebble beach and a beautiful mountain backdrop. (I am definitely turning into a beach snob though, because while my friends where oohing and aahing, all I could think was that it wasn't as pretty as Malta's beaches).
I had never been to a pebble beach before and the little stones scattered about were beautiful in their own right. My friend, Hannah, called them wishing stones because most of them had white rings around them. You're supposed to find them on the seashore, then stand by the water's edge, hold it in your hands, close your eyes, make a wish, and throw it as far as you can. Well, this must be the beach of a thousand wishes because there were tons of these stones lying around.
The majority of the weekend was spent uneventfully on sunbeds, but our final night we grabbed the bottle we had emptied of wine the night before and sat down with pens and junk receipts from our wallets and wrote dozens of messages that we stuffed into this wine bottle. Wishes, secrets, lyrics, and bits of nonsense went into this bottle, and this bottle went out to sea after I corked it and threw it as far as I could. I don't know if it made it anywhere, but it wasn't on the beach the next morning either. We're all pretending that someone, someday, will find it and pull out our messages.
Ciao,
J
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