A summer's day in Sorrento, Italy
Saskia Simpson reflects on her memories of the idyllic Amalfi coast in the summer time.
I stepped out onto the patio and looked across the rolling hills out to the sapphire blue sea; the sun shone down like millions of diamonds reflecting off the water. The hustle and bustle of the town below attracted my attention as I strolled past the hotel and luxurious swimming pool. I couldn’t wait to get in it later.
The glittering sea reached out as I walked along the promenade towards the gorgeous Italian town. The smell of fresh herbs and spices reached my nose as the ornate Italian food market encouraged me to step further into their culture. The beautiful Amalfi Coast enticed us all to swim as we watched families dive into the cooling blue water and play on the giant floats.
I was handed a sampling plate of cheeses from a man behind the dairy counter whilst my dad brought a huge block of Italian hard cheese, the flavours were immeasurable and the chunks melted in my mouth. Yells and shouts of jubilant Italians grabbed my attention as I admired all the delicious food alongside me. My favourite stand was the tomatoes, I got to choose from lots of different types of tomatoes and found some huge ones that were all different shapes.
The heat beamed down on my back as my dress swayed in the hot air trying to cool me down. We left the market and ran down to the beach below. It was packed with people but we found a small spot of sand perfect for sunbathing. I stepped into the cold sea and let the water lap over my toes, gradually easing me in. I took a few more steps then threw myself into the water feeling the cold cover me with a huge relief; my body temperature dropped massively as I swam majestically through the water.
We walked along the huge bridge and into the town of Amalfi, lined with shops and cafes. Bright flowers hung down from windows and the houses above stared down at us towering over the beautiful town. I bought a huge mozzarella and pesto pizza from the little pizzeria next to the coffee shop; it was steaming and smelt like fresh tomato and basil. My brother got a huge meat calzone which was around the size of a big plate!
After we ate all our food and swam to our hearts' content, the sun began to cast a hazy orange over the town. A busker strummed his guitar gently smiling and wandering through the streets and the Italian night life began to sleepily emerge.
Saskia Simpson, Y12
I stepped out onto the patio and looked across the rolling hills out to the sapphire blue sea; the sun shone down like millions of diamonds reflecting off the water. The hustle and bustle of the town below attracted my attention as I strolled past the hotel and luxurious swimming pool. I couldn’t wait to get in it later.
The glittering sea reached out as I walked along the promenade towards the gorgeous Italian town. The smell of fresh herbs and spices reached my nose as the ornate Italian food market encouraged me to step further into their culture. The beautiful Amalfi Coast enticed us all to swim as we watched families dive into the cooling blue water and play on the giant floats.
I was handed a sampling plate of cheeses from a man behind the dairy counter whilst my dad brought a huge block of Italian hard cheese, the flavours were immeasurable and the chunks melted in my mouth. Yells and shouts of jubilant Italians grabbed my attention as I admired all the delicious food alongside me. My favourite stand was the tomatoes, I got to choose from lots of different types of tomatoes and found some huge ones that were all different shapes.
The heat beamed down on my back as my dress swayed in the hot air trying to cool me down. We left the market and ran down to the beach below. It was packed with people but we found a small spot of sand perfect for sunbathing. I stepped into the cold sea and let the water lap over my toes, gradually easing me in. I took a few more steps then threw myself into the water feeling the cold cover me with a huge relief; my body temperature dropped massively as I swam majestically through the water.
We walked along the huge bridge and into the town of Amalfi, lined with shops and cafes. Bright flowers hung down from windows and the houses above stared down at us towering over the beautiful town. I bought a huge mozzarella and pesto pizza from the little pizzeria next to the coffee shop; it was steaming and smelt like fresh tomato and basil. My brother got a huge meat calzone which was around the size of a big plate!
After we ate all our food and swam to our hearts' content, the sun began to cast a hazy orange over the town. A busker strummed his guitar gently smiling and wandering through the streets and the Italian night life began to sleepily emerge.
Saskia Simpson, Y12
