Positano: Where You, Too, Can Run Into John Stamos

When you intoxicatingly admire how well your manicure matches the color of your Italian wine, you might miss John Stamos sneaking by. In Positano, I was doing just that. Tucked deep into the cliffside with a glass of red wine and mussels (to which a German tourist chided me were not in season) with my back to the world, my husband leaned across the table and whispered: “John Stamos just walked by.” I laughed, shrugged ‘you crazy,’ and continued intently comparing my wine with my nail polish. Then it happened again: John Stamos really was sneaking through the back alleys of Positano with his latest girlfriend. Jessie, I mean John, confirmed our musings with that quick (gorgeous) Full House-style smirk as I screamed, “Oh my god, that IS John Stamos.” Like a skittish deer not wanting to be captured or admired, he slipped seamlessly around the corner, lost on the tiny…

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Magical and Prestigious Capri, Italy

There is the magical air of something nearly unattainable on the Island of Capri. As helicopters descend toting the rich and famous and pretentious live models walk the streets, eyeing only the most worthy clientele, you either feel oddly invited to the party as a coveted guest or as a tentative and curious bystander merely window shopping in the elite yet glorious, Great Gatsby-esque city.   On the ferry ride over to Capri, I sipped happily on my post-breakfast Limoncello shot. The secret to why crew serve it (besides to have giddy tourists more eager to shop)? I’m sure it has a lot to do with the abundance of lemons grown in the Amalfi cliffs, but as an unfortunately queasy boat passenger, the canary yellow liquor works miracles on seasickness. Throughout our time in the Amalfi Coast, I wasn’t the only one struggling with the bumpy seas—as overheard in whispered dinner…

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