10/04/2025
A Road Between Cliffs and Dreams
—Travel Journal, Sorrento
I stood at the railing today, overlooking the narrow street that winds between Sorrento’s cliffs — a road that seems to breathe with the rhythm of the sea below. The sunlight shimmered on the old stone walls, warm and honey-gold, while tiny scooters hummed like bees making their way toward the blue horizon.
There was something strangely eternal about that view — as if the road itself remembered every step, every story that had passed through it. I imagined lovers who once rode down there on a single Vespa, her arms around his waist, their laughter swallowed by the wind. I imagined an old man driving home from the marina, bringing lemons and wine for someone waiting on a balcony above.
And I thought of myself — a visitor, just passing through — yet feeling as though Sorrento had somehow been waiting for me all along.
The scent of citrus drifted through the air, and the sea whispered softly in the distance. For a moment, I felt time pause — and I realized that beauty doesn’t always call attention to itself. Sometimes, it hides between cliffs, behind railings, along quiet roads that lead not just to the ocean… but to pieces of yourself you’d forgotten you were looking for.
When I finally walked away, the sound of the waves followed me — like a promise that I could always return, even if only in memory.
