The people you meet

Yesterday we went to positano for the day. I was going to do a post about travelling with kids but ill save for another day. 

On this trip we have met all sorts of people. Lots of Americans,  sunburnt English, people with bad cosmetic procedures and people in shops with bad attitude. But occasionally you meet someone who shows an act of kindness and you start to think if only there were more people like you in the world...what a wonderful world it would be. 

We went to positano and unfortunately the only way there is a very windy bus road which is only 20kms but it is 50 minute trip on a council bus. The kids have been fantastic travellers but they do get air/boat/plane sick. A couple of plastic bags (preferably without holes) is mandatory. I forgot to bring the kwells which I have had constantly in my handbag. Needless to say the trip was long with one vomit added to our tally on the way there. We arrived in positano had a beautiful lunch with an amazing view and spent the rest of the day shopping,  a bit of swimming and wandering the streets. It was a lovely afternoon/evening. But like all good days they soon come to an end and we had to catch the dreaded bus back home. On the bus trip there we were amongst the first on the bus and all scored a seat. On the way back it couldn't be more different. The crowd waiting for the bus was more than the bus could fit and as we weren't the first stop and the bus was coming from Amalfi it was likely the bus would be pretty packed. When our transportation arrived we pushed and shoved just like the Italians. An American lady was yelling at me "mom mom there are queues"! But I just shrugged my shoulders ( no queues in Italy ) we squeezed on standing room only and z and Jess were amongst the last to get on. The youngest looked pale and we hadn't even left the station. After 10 minutes of a very rough ride our bus driver pulled over to another bus (yeh I thought some of us can come off this full bus and get onto the empty one) but no the bus driver was just scabbing a cigarette! The bus driver was yelling at the people at the back to move down. Z translated this In English. he got a response from a loud rude American who said there is no room, are you blind, don't tell me what to do. there would have been fist a cuffs except there was no room to swing a punch!

Next to me (and a green youngest  child) was a lovely Asian lady who made room for Charlie to sit in btn her and her friend . Before I knew it he was on her lap and she was stroking his head. Into the trip and the middle child feels very ill ( plastic bag at the ready) and our new friend shuffles over some more and shes fanning Georgie and wiping her brow with a clean tissue. Needless to say our vomit tally went up another notch and our new friend didn't even flinch. Our tally was about to go up again when z asked the driver if we could all get off just outside the city. There we were Georgie lying stretched out on a bench ( looking very pale) the other 2 kids fine and z down for the count. Jess goes off in search of water and lemonade and I am approached by another kind stranger an old Italian man asking if everything is ok and could he help. I said Grazie all good bus from positano. . Say no more he said! 

Unfortunately our bus trip is how we will remember our day in positano but I will never forget the kindness of strangers