Positano is a small, hillside village nestled along the Amalfi Coast. A notorious destination for a respite and socializing for the elite, private islands and villas hanging from the rocks were owned by Italian magnates, movie producers, and choreographers. Mega yachts dotted the waters, but Positano remained colorfully simple. The offshoot road into Positano is one way. It winds down the hill lined with whitewashed hotels, markets, and local ceramic shops on both sides. Ingrained in my memory are visions of locals and tourists sauntering, shopping, or eating all while being mesmerized by the smells of bougainvillea draped over every edge and the sounds of children laughing. We were in paradise.

Positano is a village of color, of smiles and relaxation, a place to dream and have dreams come true. Secret trysts are kept secret and new lovers are oblivious to others. It is where all people greet you with warmth and courtesy - because it is a fascination come true - a place of peace and accord. 

Throughout the years I have made close friends who live in Positano year-round - a world-famous interior designer, two shopkeepers, and an elite hotel owner - all quietly placed in this world of beauty. The serenity in how they carry themselves and the delight they take in their surroundings are always an inspiration. This beautiful village (and its people) will forever hold a special place in my heart and be somewhere I call home.