The Cliffs & Sirens of Capri & Sorrento

 Locals in Capri and Sorrento sure know what living on the coast is about… with amazing views each island has of each other, to Mt. Vesuvius in the background, and the warm sun filling the crevices of the small, winding Roman roads, the two islands area a must to visit. My time spent in both wasn’t much, but from what I experienced, I’m dying to go back.

First and foremost: Capri has the cutest little harbor, EVER.

Marina Grande

I am such a nut when it comes to harbors and sailboats. I just love ’em. Not quite sure why, but something about seeing a bunch of sailboats bobbing in the ocean just makes my heart happy.

The adorable little harbor called Marina Grande, or the ” Big Harbor,” is actually in reality not big, but it does have a pretty cool history behind it, as Roman Emperors such as Augustus have docked their boats in it.

Capri, a Roman town built on limestone and surrounded by rugged cliffs on the Tyrrhenian sea, boasts stunning views, sensibly priced three course lunches and pretty expensive dinners. For just a few euros, you can get a ticket and take the funicular up the hill, browse designer boutiques and eat your way through amazing Italian cuisine.

I found a great restaurant, Longano da Tarantino, that overlooked the sea, high on top of the mountain. It was by chance that I found it, as the streets are narrow mazes of a beautiful mess. The three course lunch was about €15, and was composed of: calamari, seafood risotto and a huge steak. It was crazy good; possibly the best and most fresh seafood I have ever had and the price was perfect.

Accessible only by ferries and situated in the Campania Region of Italy, this picturesque town is super accessible from Naples, Sorrento and the Amalfi Coast. If you’re looking for a beach, this isn’t the place to go; the beach here is extremely rocky, and I actually broke my sandals trying to walk across the sharp rocks. Yes, I was that idiot that had to walk back into the town, barefoot, searching for ANY type of shoe I could find; even if they cost an insane amount and were hideously concocted from pink suede with obnoxious flowers all over ’em. (I now realize I should have been more worried over not being current on my tetanus vaccination rather than the appearance of my shoes.)

Apparently there are some cool Roman remains in Capri, but I didn’t see them. Another one I missed was visiting the Blue Grotto, which is a great little cave that turns a magical blue hue from the angle of the sunlight that enters it. You must take a row-boat to reach it, and mark my words: I WILL GO one day.

After a few hours in Capri, I caught a very short ferry ride over to Sorrento, and was able to get a great view of the sunset from high above the sea.

It. Was. Epic.

Sorrento has the BEST lookin’ limestone cliffs I’ve ever seen.


The long, and I mean LONG walk up the hill into the city of Sorrento nearly killed me in the scorching heat. I had never been more aware before that my heart could actually beat that hard without throwing me into a massive heart attack on the spot. It could have been because my little legs couldn’t keep up with the pace of my friends, so I over compensated by walking extremely fast (nearly running) just to keep up, or it was because of all the bacon I eat. Not sure.

Walking up the looooooooonnnnnnnnnnngggggggggg hill

Once the top of the hill is reached, grab a water or a breathing machine, relax and enjoy the scenery…

Above Sorrento

Now, legend has it that way back in the days, sexy sirens would hang out in the waters of Sorrento, luring any who dare to cross their paths to sudden death through their beautiful voices.  Some even believe that the spirits of these sirens still haunt the town, so one might want to think twice about taking a midnight dip in the surrounding waters should that be true. (Others believe that the sirens lived in Capri, singing to sailors from cliffs)…

My favorite part of the island: this hidden, forgotten treasure

Whether you visit the islands in hopes to shop, take in the scenery, fatten yourself up on pasta and seafood or to search for sea-dwelling creatures, I can guarantee you will not be disappointed.

Just stay away from any gorgeous chicks singing to you…..





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You're probably wondering what the heck is a "Roaming Bean"... Given that I am clearly not a Bean, and my name is Jen, what gives with this Bean thing, right? A friend of mine called me JenBean as a child, and it kinda stuck. Actually, it really stuck... even my license plate says Jenbean. And seeing as I have this grand lust to wander the world, The Roaming Bean seemed suitable. I've changed my career path more times than I have my underwear (minus all the times I've gone commando).... from animating, to forensic pathology, to international business, to fashion marketing and even to my wonderful and favorite of the bunch, degree in culinary arts, nothing kept my attention. Nothing was fun enough to do every day for the rest of my life. I mean, even though I cooked for celebrities in the heart of Hollywood, CA, why the hell would I want to sweat my ass off in a ridiculously HOT kitchen for most of the day and go home smelling like beef and onions? And the chef hat?? Do you know what that did to my hair?? Enter traveling.... The rainy day I descended down the tower of Notre Dame in Paris, gripping on to the railing for dear life so not to slip and tumble to an early death from the torrential down pour that was causing a small flood in the stairwell, my life changed. When I safely made it to the ground, legs shaky from an apparent lack of fitness it requires to walk up and down 387 steep stairs, I realized my hands were stained a delightful copper color from the rusted hand rail I had so dearly clung to. Desperate to get the icky stuff off my supple hands, and no running water in sight, I did what any other hopeless idiot would have done: I washed my hands in the nearest Parisian gutter. It was that moment that changed my life... I threw away my hair dryer, my rolling luggage and my dignity. I let my hair go natural, I bought a back pack and I CAMPED through Europe for a month and a half. Yes my friends, I crossed over into a savage traveling beast. Ok, a lot of people travel that way. But I didn't. And I'm so incredibly thankful for that rainy day in Paris that made me realize the world is a pretty sweet place. That realization led me on a quest; a quest to get out there, see things, soak up some local culture and eat my way around the world (with minimal food-related illnesses, such as but not limited to raging diarrhea).

2 Comments on The Cliffs & Sirens of Capri & Sorrento

  1. Shae Solomon // March 13, 2013 at 9:15 pm // Reply

    Hehe lil Jen trying to keep up with big Shae 😉

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