Welcome to the online blog for traveler/writer/photographer Steven Barber.
Come in. Relax. Take off your shoes and socks -- or any other article of clothing, this is the internet.
Have a look around. I hope to intrigue, amuse, entertain, and maybe provoke you just a little.
I love to find adventure. All I need is a change of clothes, my Nikon, an open mind and a strong cup of coffee.
"You can't call it an adventure unless it's tinged with danger. The greatest danger in life, though, is not taking the adventure at all. To have the objective of a life of ease is death. I think we've all got to go after our own Everest."
“Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.”
From Terry Pratchett's book A HAT FULL OF SKY (an evocative title in and of itself). We return from our journeys different than we were when we left. No one can venture forth to experience the world and come back unchanged.
Unlike the quiet and solitary destinations featured so far in this week's review of our favorite beaches, this one's all about the social scene. Positano, Italy, along the Amalfi Coast is a vibrant town facing into the Tyrrhenian Sea.
From certain angles you can spy the far off Isle of Capri.
Positano's restaurant and hotel-lined beach is a sunny stretch at the base of steep cliffs, creating an energetic and spectacular setting. Painters, boat people and throngs of tourists and locals descend upon the water in busy groups, and the activity is constant.
The beach isn't sandy, but instead full of small pebbles which makes it necessary to invest in a pair of flip-flops for your visit - I would have said "thongs", which is what we called them when I was a boy, but that's a completely different things these days. And while you may choose to invest in one while wandering the boutique-lined streets of Positano, it wouldn't protect your feet much.
Dipping my feet into the Mediterranean required I remove my shoes, a mistake while holding the Nikons. I bobbled and very nearly lost the shoe as it flipped into the water and began the long trek to Capri. I retrieved it, doubtless becoming a bit of a spectacle as a tourist retrieving the shoe with cameras jangling, but now have a short story to tell of my brief stay in Positano.
Just a wonderful destination and one which cries for deep exploration as well as an active day on the very busy beach.