Driving from Naples to the Amalfi Coast was quite the experience. Let's just say narrow roads on the edge of a cliff does not make for a good combination. Not to mention a gps which is screaming at you "turn left! turn right!" every two seconds, as the road winds back and forth. Though Jon was a champ and managed to stay very calm, I kept finding my reflexes kicking in and trying to slam on the breaks from the passenger seat. Talk about stress! But the view definitely compensated for my anxiety. Oh boy, get ready for lots of photos. Okay, let's talk about this adorable little village that just appeared out of nowhere. We were in the car, and as I saw it zoom past, I yelled to Jon to stop the car and back up. "I can't really do that on this road!" he said. But I told him he had to and that it would be worth it. So he did, because that's how much he loves me. Every aspect of this miniature village was so detailed and perfect. I am still in love with it. Pilates on the beach!
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Ah, Sicily. So many wonderful things in Sicily. After spending a week in Greece, we headed over to Italy. I had been to northern Italy before, but Jon had never been. And neither of us had been to Sicily, so we weren't really sure what to expect. But it did not disappoint! We spent the entire time in Palermo, which was beautifully decorated for the holiday season. And can I just tell you how friendly everyone was? A good six people stopped me or shouted across the street to tell me I was beautiful, but not in a weird cat call sort of way, just in a genuinely nice way. And it got me thinking about things. Like why we don't always tell people they're beautiful? Why don't we shout across the street, "Hey, did you're beautiful, did you know that?" We spend so much time critiquing ourselves and others, when in reality there is so much beauty around us. You really don't have to look that hard. So my new goal is to start telling people that they're beautiful (and to clarify, I'm not really talking about stereotypical batty here). Because we're all beautiful in our own unique ways, right? And we should embrace that, and everyone should get to hear that about themselves. Well ok, now that I've gotten that of my chest, here's Sicily. We went to the cutest little marionette show, and even though it was in Italian and we couldn't understand a word of it, it was still adorable. One of the more embarrassing moments of the day happened when the show was over and the puppeteers came onto stage for a bow. To my surprise, they looked like giants. (During the whole show I had thought that the marionettes were life-sized. Oops.) After the puppet show, we joined the festivities in the street. The locals were celebrating San Andrea with music, balloons, and lots of fun little street vendors. When our feet got tired, we sat down on some steps and shared one of Palermo's specialties: ice cream in a roll! Man, it was good. Wait, oranges? What? <a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/11484263/?claim=scqcy9rzq7t">Follow my blog with Bloglovin</a>
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