Somehow I seem to have missed the invitation to the Amalfi Coast this week, which is unfortunate because half my feed is currently there conducting what appears to be a highly organized early-season reconnaissance mission. collaboration isn’t helping matters. Suddenly I’m craving a boat reservation and a plate of spaghetti alle vongole.Euro summer is clearly getting a jump start this year. The logic? Beat the crowds, secure the beach club reservation before July turns it into Cirque du Soleil. What I’m observing from afar: (, immediately below, on sale ), (and ), (love this too), (this dazzler, too), , (and one big functional ), and the that suggests you may own a boat. The last time I was in Positano was 2017, above, which feels like another geological era entirely. Still, from what I can gather, the formula remains unchanged: dress accordingly ( still reigns, is similar to mine) and make everyone back home question their life choices.