Ah, Sorrento – here I am now, in this October time of 2025, as autumn slowly turns to winter, and I say to myself: “Why would I ever go home?” It’s not just another seaside village in southern Italy; it’s like an old love that surprises you with a new trick, now without the summer madness. I came for the view of Vesuvius, and I’ll leave with the taste of lemons and memories that smell of salt. If you’re looking for a place where time moves slowly but the heart beats faster – especially now, when the crowds are bearable and the weather is still lovely – you’ve found the right one.
