Naples - Part 3 - Europe Trip

This time I'm going to talk about my mid week in Naples.  I met soooo many people by this time, and I was getting used to walking around by myself, but also meeting people on the way.  Everyone who was traveling like me was so friendly.  So were the English speaking Italians that I got to meet through my friend Enrico, who set this whole thing up in Naples.  I love the architechture and the views of the Mediterranean you can see in a lot of my pictures.  I was on the Mediterranean for the most part of the 6 weeks I was in Europe.  This is what made me understand that I may be a Wisconsinite, but I've lived through snow too many years that I appreciate the weather, the cloudless skys, no humidity with 85 degrees.

Picture from one of my walks the first week.  

This is from Sorbillo's pizza off Tribunali.
4 Euro for this size fresh marinara pizza with fresh herbs!

I went to Sorbillo's with a new German and a guy from Switzerland, so there were a lot of stories about their cultures, music, entertainment, economics, etc.  And then the drinking...ooh the drinking!  Wine is less than water in Europe.  

The main Piazza with the bars that the locals go to,
part of my personal tour from my new Italian friends.
It's filled with hundreds of people drinking at the bars or on the streets

The island of Ischia, I got off on the wrong Italian island.
This is one of the most beautiful places I've ever seen.    

On Saturday I tried to meet up with Enrico's friends on the island of Procida and ended up taking the water ferry to Ischia.  They are by Capri, but I'm told less touristy.  They both connect, but since it's in Italian on the speaker phone, I got to see both islands.  If you were to get old, and retire in the perfect place, it would be on these islands.  

Procida, the right Italian island!  Look at the buildings.  

Procida again.  

I believe it was right here, this sunset, that changed my life.

I believe that it was right here, this sunset, this moment of clarity that helped change my life.  It got me to thinking.  If this is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, then does my life just go down after this moment?  Am I stuck in a place where there are absolutely zero tourists coming to?  I didn't just quickly make my mind up, it turns out 6 weeks is a LONG fucking time.  After this, for the rest of my trip, I was planning my escape from Cincinnati.  I just don't belong here, and I'm not afraid anymore.  That's the best part of my trip, is that I realized I have been holding onto nothing, because I had no where to go, because I was waiting to go somewhere, with someone.  And what happens if that someone never comes?  I don't have to fight against this current.  I am young, single, have very little bills, and make an excellent living in the career I'm trying to escape.  I have a month to month lease and few large belongings.  I can make new friends anywhere, I only have to get through school just a bit longer.  

That is a Julia Roberts poster in Da Michele, the best pizza in the world, with a brick oven shown.