You’ll sail from Sorrento to Capri in a small group boat tour, swimming beneath Faraglioni rocks and sipping local limoncello as you circle grottos and cliffs. There’s time for a dip by Marina Piccola, snacks and prosecco on deck, plus an optional visit to the famous Blue Grotto if sea conditions allow. Expect laughter, stories from your skipper, and bright views you’ll carry home.
Pickup is included during high season if you select that option; otherwise you meet at the port.
No—entry depends on sea conditions and queue times; sometimes it isn’t possible to go inside.
The tour runs with small groups of up to 12 people per boat.
Yes—chips, water, soft drinks, prosecco, and limoncello are served during the trip.
Yes—you’ll have stops for swimming near Marina Piccola or other scenic spots around Capri.
You’ll see White & Green Grottos, Natural Arch, Faraglioni rocks, Punta Carena lighthouse, Marina Piccola bay, and stop outside the Blue Grotto.
Yes—infants can ride in a pram or stroller but must sit on an adult’s lap during travel.
Your day includes meeting at Sorrento port (or hotel pickup in high season), sailing with an English-speaking skipper around Capri’s coastlines with stops for swimming by Marina Piccola or under Faraglioni rocks. You’ll enjoy chips and drinks—including prosecco and homemade limoncello—plus plenty of stories from your local guide before returning to Sorrento later that day.
“Sometimes the sea says no,” our skipper Marco shrugged as we slowed near the Blue Grotto. He grinned like he’d said it a hundred times. I liked that—made me relax about whether we’d get inside or not. The boat left Sorrento behind just after nine, twelve of us blinking at the light and passing around paper cups of coffee. There was this mix of sunscreen and salt in the air, and someone’s kid kept giggling every time the spray hit her toes.
We circled under the Natural Arch—honestly, it looked like something out of a dream, all pale rock against pine trees. Marco pointed out each spot with this easy pride: “Grotta Bianca on your right—see how the sun hits?” And then Faraglioni came into view, those massive stacks just sitting there like they owned the place. I tried to take a photo but mostly ended up squinting at the glare off the water. We stopped for a swim near Marina Piccola; cold at first but then perfect, and I could hear someone singing softly in Italian from another boat nearby. That little moment stuck with me.
I didn’t expect to laugh so much over prosecco and chips on deck (chips taste better with sea wind, apparently). When Marco poured limoncello for everyone—his uncle makes it in Sorrento—he watched our faces for reactions. It burned in that good way. The Blue Grotto was busy; some folks went in, some of us just watched little rowboats bobbing at the entrance while Marco told stories about Roman emperors sneaking inside ages ago. The sun kept shifting on the cliffs and I lost track of time for a bit.
On the way back to Sorrento, everyone got quiet—not tired exactly, just sort of full from all that light and salt and laughter. I still think about that swim under Faraglioni sometimes when I smell lemons now.
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