sitting in a bus, rolling down the cliffside of Sorrento from Naples cities makes you wonder.how in the world did people even begin building their lifes here? house upon house on mountains and valleys. you could hear the gasp of every tourist as the bus took a corner turn revealing the infinite volumn of blue seas, shimmering in the afternoon light. sorrento reminds me so much of the islands of greece in a way and yet not. perhaps it just the smell of the ocean nearby. other than that, sorrento doesnt carry the whitewashed walls that santorini does. instead, punches of colours fill every corner from blooming boungainvillas to neon coloured beach umbrellas, peach and lemon tone walls. its almost impossible to not take a picture of everything, everywhere we went.