After taking a rather trecherous and exhausting trip from Rome
past Napoli to our final destination, Positano
via train and car, I was in the mood for an excellent meal. The very first restaurant we saw in this tiny little town with only one road going one way in and one way out did not disappoint. Neither did the rest of the trip. I don't think I have ever been received by more gracious or welcoming people than in Positano and Praiano. Everywhere we went we were greeted with the same pomp and circumstance bestowed on royalty yet with the warmth and affection reserved for a close friend or relative. The hotel we stayed at, the Tramanot d' Oro, did not know we were there to get married because we hadn't told them.
However, once they found out, they set up our room with honeymoon linens, complimentary spumante and fresh chocolate covered fruit. When we arrived back to the hotel from our wedding reception, not only was this waiting for us in our room, but everyone who worked at the hotel (which was family run and operated) was waiting in the lobby with songs and cheers. Before we got in the car to return back to our hotel, a woman from a random restaurant ran towards us saying she had to do something for us. Suddenly recessional music was blaring out over the loud speakers and she comes to us to scatter rice on us and proceeds to give us each a giant kiss. Positano sounds too good to be true. It almost is.