From the terrace of the Ambasciatori Hotel in Sorrento, Italy, soft swells of crystalline water call toward the expanse of the Mediterranean. Vesuvius looms to the north, stretching up into the clouds. I have logged many hours on this sea, cruising the coasts of Corsica, Sardinia, Croatia, the Aeolian Islands and Sicily. But even in this region that is always stunningly beautiful, many people consider Amalfi to be the gem.
I’ve visited the Amalfi Coast a half dozen times, by land or by boat. In July 2019, after a decade of discussing the merits of marriage, Giselle and I tied the knot on the bow of Roxane, a 153-foot sailing yacht, with the cliffs of Positano as our background. It wasn’t legally binding, but at that moment, I understood the…