Got post holiday blues and want to still be there, but that’s not going to happen, so the next best thing is to write about it…do you say “On the Amalfi Coast” or “In the Amalfi Coast?”
This is hard for me to judge because I haven’t stayed in many hotels in Italy (yet) and there are no doubt many other amazing hotels that would be equally strong contenders for my little award, however, if you’re looking for a hidden gem with some of the most spectacular views of the Amalfi coast all the way up to Capri then the Casa Angelina “Lifestyle” hotel is worth considering.
I’ve been there once before, with a girlfriend, when we were both in the midst of our sad and messy divorces and it kind of gave us a little bit of space and energy back and I’ve been saving ever since to go back with my children and had to remortgage my house to pay for it – even though I was aware that it’s a very popular honeymoon destination and therefore full of canoodling young couples, so for the second time I’ve stood out like a sore thumb – first time I looked like I was with my lesbian lover and this time a lone female with three children in tow – all tempted to do bombs on top of couples in the pool.
I am officially in love with the Amalfi coast and wish that I had discovered it years ago when I was young enough to look glamorous in a little Italian car cruising around the winding roads wearing red lipstick and a scarf – Leonardo Dicaprio was spotted nearby whilst we were there and I can’t say that I’m surprised – this is one of the most stunning areas of the world I have ever been to and my children thought the same.
The advantage of staying in an utterly gorgeous “Lifestyle” hotel is that you don’t want to leave it at any point – this proved to also be to our disadvantage as the children dismissed any thought of excursions on a daily basis. I had flown them all the way over from London to show them the British Museum exhibition for real in Pompeii and they didn’t even want to go there – “mum, it’s just too hot to go anywhere, why don’t we just chill by the pool and read books”….they know my weaknesses – how could I refuse? We ALL read books – some more than others – it was painful to get my youngest to read what I’d brought him (a book called “Wonder” – anyone else read it?).
The hotel nestles into the rocks in Praiano, a small town 20 minutes away from Positano. It’s a dazzlingly all white cool and crisp 70’s built cubic structure in a fabulous location and it is the closest I’m ever going to come to feeling like I’m living in Salvador Dali’s house. Totally inspiring in a simple, stylish way with amazing glass sculptures and other pieces of modern art strategically placed around the hotel.
We had the most amazing time – my decision to choose somewhere gorgeous and quiet worked brilliantly – our regular evening excursions into Positano or Praiano perfect because there did not appear to be an after hours scene that my two adult children felt the need to join – we had our dinner together and meandered back, had another drink together back at the hotel bar and then all went to bed. Had I chosen Sorrento things would have been very different – there are discos there I gather and they might have wanted to break free….I’ve done lots of holidays with my kids in the past when I have only seen them briefly for the first night, before they go off clubbing and spend the rest of the days in bed. This worked for all of us, my youngest loved sharing a room with his big brother, my daughter and I had a lovely time in our room (when my snoring didn’t keep her awake – although obviously I don’t snore, she was clearly making that up) and it was altogether SO worth the new house I could have bought instead because it was very special and somehow you know that the dynamics will change over the next few years and it is unlikely that we will be able to do that for very much longer.
ANYWAY. Enough of that. Here are the photos:-
There was a very cool beach club down at the bottom of 180 steps that you were able to get sunbeds for as guests of the hotel – a cafe and chill out music played – you climbed down some steps or jumped into the sea – felt very private and privileged, but tough shit if you don’t like it you’re going to have to stay for a while because walking back up the stairs is heart stopping stuff (and not in a good way):-