Italia part dua

I have no idea how some people do this. I realize I am horrible at writing everyday about my life. Mostly because I am so tired by the end of the day that I just fall into my bed without a second thought of typing it all in a post. However, I will try.
Where was I? Oh yes! Italy! oh my goodness that was a while back.
So I stayed in a hostel the third night I was in Rome. It was my first hostel experience and it was pretty cool! I met a guy from Australia who was traveling my himself.
The next day we got up and rode a couple of trains to Sorento. We didn’t stay exactly in Sorento, but in a little town just outside of it. I met a guy on the train from Dublin who said that he goes to Sorento almost every year for vacation. Once we got there, we then went for a swim in the Mediterranean which was amazing considering all of the traveling on the trains we had to do earlier that day. The sea was so salty and wonderful and clear. I don’t know if I can go back to farm-runoff lakes in Minnesota/Wisconsin.
We ate dinner at the hostel. I, of course, had pizza. Which brought my total to 3 so far. We hung out in the hostel and walked through the small town. It was very charming and very relaxed which was great compared to the hustle and bustle of Rome.
The next day we took the train into Sorento and then took a ferry into Capri.
Man oh man.
Think of the most beautiful view you have ever seen and then multiply that by 100. That was Capri. we ate at a local restaurant where I had the most amazing pasta I have ever had in my life. Seriously, I almost cried.
We then just walked around and took it all in. If you go more inland away from the touristy shops, that’s where you get the more sophisticated, pricey shops. I’m talking Dolce and Gabonna, Chanel, Fendi… those places. They also had pictures of the owners of restaurants and business with celebrities such as Sylvester Stalone and Beyonce.
It really is a beautiful island and I wish I could’ve seen more of it. I will definitely go back to Anacapri which is more nature-y.
We then took a ferry to Naples to meet our ship, which had moved. After standing in line to get back onto the boat, I went to go get dinner in Naples.
My friend and I found a cute little restaurant which served salads which we were craving. After days of pasta and pizza, some roughage is always a must.
On the way back we got caught in a storm and got POURED on. Running through the rain in Naples is something I would recommend doing. It gets crazy and fun and a little risky. The drivers in Naples never stop.
Backing up, before I got on the ship, I decided that it would be a good idea to run a half-marathon. I did it, while injuring my knee in the process.
Since Italy consists of a LOT of walking, both of my knees were starting to really hurt.
So what do I do the next day?
Climb a volcano.
Of course.
It was totally worth it.
My friend and I took a train to Pompeii were we get tickets to go to the top of the volcano. They drove us in these military trucks about halfway up and then you climbed the rest. It started to rain just as we got there and by the time we got to a convenience shop it was full on storming complete with hail. It was only storming on the top of the volcano, though. You would look down and all of the towns were bright with the sun. It was quite the experience and I really enjoyed it. Once the storm let up we walked around the crater and enjoyed the view of Pompeii and Naples.
After that we went back to Naples and had real, authentic Naopoli pizza (pizza # 4).
Oh my.
It was well worth the hour wait.
After that I got back on the ship and accidentally fell asleep at 1800. I was out for the count. I woke up at 5:30 the next morning feeling refreshed and ready to go.
Italy was great!
Next, onto Croatia.


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