Well, we didn’t ride in on a donkey and they didn’t greet us with palm fronds, though there were plenty to be found, but we rode into Amalfi on Palm Sunday to visit the Duomo and begin Holy Week in style. As the church bells rang out across the hills of Positano, we boarded the short ferry across choppy seas to disembark in Amalfi. This cute, whitewashed town on the foot of the Amalfi coastline hills with its magnificent Duomo seemed a perfect place to kick off Holy Week in the country of St. Peter’s teachings.
We dined on octopus and potato and fresh cut cuttlefish and anchovy pastas with rose wine capped with the two most delicious cappuccinos yet, with just a hint of cocoa atop the frothy milk.
Following lunch, we visited the centerpiece of Amalfi: it’s marvelous Duomo. Sixty two steep steps lead you to the cathedral with its moorish tracery and stunning mosaic above looking over the piazza and the bell tower below. Inside, you find the relics of St. Andrew, allegedly brought here from Constantinople during the 4th crusade.
Whether you traverse the Amalfi coastline by land or by sea it’s difficult not to appreciate the engineering of the Italians who built the towns which hug the cliff lines and the roads and bridges which connect them.
As we bounced back for our final evening in Positano across choppy seas and pulled into the port we were thankful for our many blessings and fortune to be in such a beautiful place for yet one more night.