New Year’s Eve

by Lisa Fantino

This story is part of our 'Unforgettable hotel nights' series, featuring tales from luxury hotel guests which were sent in for our recent travel writing competition.

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After a difficult time, I knew that I just wanted to be anywhere but New York to start the New Year. My mother always says how you start the year will be how you spend it and end it. So, with that thought in mind, visions of a fireworks-fueled New Year’s Eve danced in my head and had me planning Capodanno in Sorrento.

I made reservations at the last minute and was able to secure a seaview room in Sorrento at a wonderful hotel. After landing in Rome, I made the long journey cruising the high-speed Autostrada in my rented Mercedes. I figured I might as well go all the way to start the new year in luxury. The further I journeyed from Fiumcino Airport, the more that knot in the back of my neck relaxed.

The beauty of the Amalfi Coast is overwhelming and the sea literally kisses the sky, merging in an iridescent wave of blue hues. Its scenery serves as a modulation from insanity to serenity.

I was given the key to my room following an easy check-in and had no idea what awaited me on the Executive Level. When I opened the door I dropped my bag and just soaked in the moment. There before me was a panoramic terrace and breathtaking view of Vesuvius. Despite wanting to celebrate in the traditional loud boisterous manner of previous New Year’s Eves, I just knew that this terrace, this room was where we were meant to be.

I convinced my boyfriend that we should only go to dinner and rush back to the hotel for midnight. He was hesitant at first, wanting to dance his way into the New Year, but yielded with little convincing.

The hills of Sorrento normally echo with the sound of firecrackers but as it gets closer to Capodanno, the sound seems to amplify and echo off the cliffs all the more. This year was no different as Mezzanotte inched its way closer to us.

At midnight, the sky lit up like nothing I had ever seen before. This must have been what it was like during the London Blitz. These were amateur fireworks which topped any professional display anywhere. I could not capture this dream-lit fantasy in a photograph. I did not want to run inside to grab my camera for fear of missing one second.

This hotel, this night, this moment in time was absolute perfection. It could have been anywhere but it was in Sorrento at this hotel, which will forever hold a special place in my heart.

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