At last the weekend arrived. After many long hours of commuting and impossibly complicated train schedules the time to visit the area at our own pace was here. We decided to meet up with the other Americans in the program. We met them in the Western part of Napoli where the money grows greener and trash makes it to the dumpster.
The beach, as with almost all beaches or any ocean access in this part of the country requires a rapid decent on uneven stairs to a cliff-bordered tiny little plot of sand. Some call it quaint, some say it is an annoyance, but it was just nice to be by the water on a sunny day. The beach had a separate section that required you to sign in. They only let up to a hundred people go at a time. This part of the beach was actually a preserved archaeological site. The water was very rough. It was a lot of fun swimming over the ruins of some other old thing in a current that twisted and pulled you to any number of treacherously sharp outcroppings. in the middle of this protected bay there was an Island with a house on top. Apparently Virgil lived here. I commented that I too would be a poet if this were my residence.
Sunday we decided to head down to Sorrento. The train was a bit long, but the lemon gelato was well worth the trip. We rented a boat for an hour and cruised out of the harbor into open ocean and to some large rolling waves. It is hard to describe the view. The mountains sort of fall into the ocean. Civilization just sticking its claws into the bare cliff-side. We went swimming, although I am not sure that we were supposed to get out of the boat. But hey, we are American. rules never apply. just kidding.
We took some pictures and video. It felt like an Armani commercial except slightly paler and less defined, but we rolled with it.
Next week I think we are going to head North to Como, but before that there will be many hours of the work I am getting money for.
ciao for now.
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