Ciao bella from
Yesterday we arrived by train in this bustling, gritty, real city. Our hotel again is too nice for us, and has a showerhead that even I can operate. Last night we ate in a small pizzeria down the street. A group of cadets from military school were enjoying the (very dated and bad) Italian MTv on the big screen. They were wearing uniforms that reminded me of confederate boys academies in the late 1900's, complete with a dagger hanging from a cord around their waists. After dinner we went back to the hotel room and watched some Italian tv, which is also bad. BUT then again, if you lived in a country so full of castles and rivers and history and adventures waiting to happen why would you invest a lot of time making your tv good? One show seemed to have a dating game premis. There were three men in under shorts and dress shirts who took turns sitting backwards in a cutout so that their rearends stuck through (it's so bizzare I am having trouble describing it) while the women contestants were blindfolded and given a chance to feel the rear end and then make comments in Italian. Then, the women acted out the scene from When Harry Met Sally where Meg Ryan fakes it and the men apparently graded their performance. Well, I said it was bad. The news programming is different too, here, with lots of commercials for travel in the Middle East and editorialing about hunger in
In the morning we woke up and walked five minutes from the hotel past castles and terrible traffic jams and yelling drivers of vespas and took the hydrofoil to the Isle of Capri. I wore my CAPRI PANTS, as though there was any doubt. A word about the traffic here. People told us it was bad. I thought this was sort of like a joke and that when I got here I would think, wow, people really exagerated the traffic troubles. NO! NO ONE obeys any traffic signs or lights, cars drive up on the curb, motorcycles careen up and down the medial strips in any direction and if you want to cross the street you just start walking and dare the oncoming vehicles to hit you. Brad is still campaigning for us to rent scooters and drive around but even though he has been riding since he was three, I would never put him out there. Some Canadians we met on the bus in
Our experience in
It is blue. Blue like the bluest sapphire. We are inside a jewel! It's an area about the size of an inground pool, and the rock ceiling is arcing above us to about twenty feet. The grotto is full of rowboats with people lying in them, and all the rowers are making noises of their choice because the acoustics are so clear. Our rower then gives me a gift I will never forget. He starts to sing Con Te Partiro! This is one of my most favorite Italian songs. He is even REALLY GOOD! I clap and say E tu, Andrea Bocelli and he laughs and says, No, I am his more talented brother! C and Brad and I are giddy with the experience and so it doesn't even bother us when we shoot back through the hole and the tide has gone up about four more inches and the sides of the boat are scraping the walls of the hole. The Germans have decided to eschew the ride back in the boat and are taking the cliff hanging bus (apparently they have time constraints). No one misses them and the boat is actually lighter and we make it back to Capriana in record time, slamming in to the ever rougher seas and getting all wet.
Once back on land, we have lunch (linguine with clams and gelati) and Brad and C head up the cliff in the funicular (like a street car) while I shop. I buy two fabulous purses - the guy in the store swears that they are designer originals - I don't know about that, but I looked at the price and he said Ah, madame, you will not be paying that! I said NO, I sure won't! but we arrived at what we both feel was fair and now they are upstairs in my hotel room waiting to go home and get settled with my other fashion accessories. Brad and C got great pictures of the cliffs, and Brad bought some other gifts. Sh! can't tell you what they are now.
Brad got seasick on the way back in the hydrofoil and I dosed him up with motion sickness medicine. He wanted two, so I gave him two and now he says he's feeling very loopy. Hoping this will wear off before we hit