I remember Sorrento.
I remember looking for that beach…what was it called? We saw it in the brochure in the hotel lobby and thought it looked beautiful.
I remember that day we set off, the noonday heat like a hot breath in our faces. We must’ve walked for miles, up and down tiny lizard-strewn pathways that stretched across the cliffs of Sorrento, the sound of families outside having dinner.