Lemon cookies. All I can tell you is they're sold on huge platters in a particular basement bakery from a couple of women who don't speak a lick of english, and they're to die for. I wouldn't even had tried them had I not been terrified. I randomly bought a handful in a moment of sheer panic when a large women behind the counter locked eyes on me, pointing emphatically at a huge mounded platter. One hand on her apron-clad hip, tapping her foot impatiently, I glanced silently at the unimpressive looking powder dusted bites, back at her, back at the cookies... and walked out with a paper bag full.
We will return someday for the sole purpose of the lemon cookie experience. It is truly the first thing that comes to mind when I think Capri. (It should be noted prior to this trip I cared nothing for lemon or lemon cookies. Clearly, these changed my life. I live and die by lemon curd these days. True statement. Also lemon tarts. Which is basically lemon curd in a pie shell with fruit. Or basically anything involving sugar and lemon. I love lemon. And sugar. That is all.)
Yes there's the enchanting blue grotto, stunning cliffside gardens of Augustus, and the 800 Phoenician Steps offering indescribable views of the Mediterranean. There are endless groves of lemon trees, Faraglioni rock formations, ancient royal ruins, and what Josh describes as the best pizza he's ever put in his mouth. All noteworthy. It would even be entirely worth visiting for the short ferry ride from the mainland alone, offering breathtaking views of the Amalfi Coast from the water.
But the cookies, people.
It's all about the lemon cookies.
If you've ever visited the Isle of Capri just off the southern coast of Italy, you already know exactly why it makes my list of favorite destinations of all time. For one, it's Italy. I'm convinced you cannot go wrong, ever, with Italy. (I take that back. Naples has the potential to offend. People generally love it or hate it. Depends on the person.) But the rest, well, it is everything you've dreamed... plus life altering lemon cookies.
{Gypsy at Heart, an ongoing feature, because when it comes to travel I'm in a constant state of either reminiscing or anticipating. If you were to visit our yellow cottage beneath the trees we'd brew a pot of tea, bake a batch of maple muffins, and settle in to chat. Undoubtedly, the topic of travel would come up. These are the photos, these are the stories I'd share. So if we can't do just that today, I'm grateful to meet up here instead for a momentary escape. Connecting with friends far and wide, old and new is half the reason to travel at all. Cheers to adventures!}