Along Positano’s Spiaggia Grande (Big Beach), several ticket stands sprinkled the sand, each offering boat rides to Capri. We compared modes and prices and settled on one with a good departure and return time.
Still, we had close to an hour to wait for our 20-minute ride to the island, so we wandered along the waterfront to pass the time.
Wanting another cappuccino, Kris stepped into Buca di Bacco, his first “real Italian espresso bar.” While he sipped, he watched in amusement and amazement as locals would sally up to the counter, knock back an espresso like it was a shot of whiskey, then dash off.
Allie took her first taste of gelato while Chris and Candace made up names for the dogs nosing around the outdoor tables for fallen tidbits.
The hour was almost up. It was time to head towards the dock.