Is an easy trip from Berlin—aside from the fact that we had to get up at 4 am for a 6:30 flight but it is a short flight. My sister had been here last year and loved it. So we, the ol’ ball and chain and I, decided to go. After all the weather in Germany is not all that great at this time of year and, well, Italy.
We arrived at like 8:30 in the morning and what had not occurred to me, among the many other unrelated things that don’t occur to me, was that we’d gotten up at the buttcrack of dawn and would arrive in Naples shortly after that buttcrack but we would be unable to access our (spectacularly stupendous) hotel room until 3 in the afternoon so we’d walk like zombies around the city until then. So . . . fun!
We chose Naples in part because it didn’t seem to me like a top choice tourist destination and that appeals to me (as, you know, a tourist). Visitors or not, the streets were completely and absolutely jam packed with people. Apparently all Italian. I can’t say what they were doing there because the shops were, in fact, pretty much just for the tourists. But I loved looking up the side streets. We walked up a few and I can say, with some authority, that they are better viewed from a distance. We stopped early on and had what the Italians think of as coffee and later a pizza (Naples, the home of Pizza) which was fabulous.
Eventually, and about 10 minutes before I was going to just freaking lie down and sleep in the street (a quieter side street, tho), we were let into our hotel room. OMG. So fabulicious.
The goddamn view from our room!!