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11 March 2007

Isle of Capri (New Entry #4)

We had gorgeous weather on Tuesday for our trip to Capri via Napoli. Luckily, I wore capris. Oh ha ha ha. We barely caught the ferry in time, running to jump on before it pulled away from the dock. The hour-long ride was beautiful; we saw Vesuvius from the other side as well as Naples from a distance.

Once we stepped onto Capri, we wasted no time finding the beach. We climbed up onto some rocks, but getting some cuts and not really being the most comfortable, I shortly thereafter retreated to the sandy beach. Erin actually went swimming while Meg, Paddy, and I sat on a rock in the middle of the sea and dangled our feet in. We hung out on the beach for awhile before catching a bus up into the heart of Capri, which was full of little shops and adorableness. I want to live there. Every street sign or house number is in decorative tile, all of the houses are white or yellow, and the roads are narrow and full of flowers or vines spilling over fences. Love it. Later on, while everyone else bought gelato, I opted for Capri's "Special Drink" - lemonade with fresh squeezed blood orange mixed in - which turned out to be absolutely amazing. I have that drink to thank for my new addiction to blood oranges.

After some souvenir shopping, we took the ferry back to Naples with the idea that we would eat pizza before getting on the train to Rome, since Naples supposedly has the best pizza in Italy. First, a group of creepy Italians followed us all around the ferry and then off of it into the city. Every pizzeria we approached wasn't serving until 7 or later, but the train we were catching was at 6:45. Our plan wasn't working out so well. Furthermore, every time we attempted to cross the street, one or all of us were nearly killed by speeding vespas and cars. Drivers in Naples clearly don't know what a crosswalk is. Meg and I grabbed pizza in the train station, and it was actually quite good but probably not quite what the recommendation meant. By the time we boarded the train to Rome, I was so frustrated and fed up with Naples that I didn't care if I ever went back.

2 Comments:

  • We will have to find where to get blood oranges before you come back. You can introduce us to this new delicious sounding drink.

    Too bad your 'spirit guides' weren't there with you on the ferry and through town; you could've used their protection.

    Love ya
    Mom & The Dad

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 4:14 PM  

  • So you love Capri . . but hate Naples. . . hummmm . . sounds a little bit like life . . . .you've got to go through a little hell to get to Heaven.

    I'm keeping track of your expeditions with a globe on my desk. It helps.

    Love,

    Dad

    By Blogger Dad Krzyske, at 8:47 PM  

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