Capri is a half hour ferry ride from Sorrento, which sounds much more idyllic than it was because of the rough seas. As in the second the ferry left port our craft was battered by two meter swells on average, causing the man sitting next to me to dash for the bathroom in minutes and the woman sitting on my other side to shriek in laughter with me on each plunge for lack of anything better to do. (She was from Turkey, so I learned the delightful detail that “roller coaster” in Turkey is “boogie woogie.”) Even I started actively staring at a point on the horizon by the end of it though, meaning I was more than happy to finally set foot on the firm ground of Capri-
Capri was love at first sight. It’s gorgeous. If anyone wants to start a yearly scientific conference there and invite me, I would give you my full support.
Unfortunately due to the rough waters I couldn’t go see the world-famous Blue Grotto, but I settled for a nice walk along the stunning coastline instead. Because if you can think of anything better to do on a beautiful spring day than a stroll around Capri let’s hear about it.
The Arco Naturale about a half hour walk from the town of Capri, the former mouth of an old grotto. Capri itself is crowded with lots of tourists and expensive stores (it is the first place I’ve been where there were two Prada stores about 100m apart from each other!) but the coast is pretty desolate so I loved having it more or less to myself.
A typical view on my walk, with the Italian mainland in the distance. You know why I think I like Capri? Because it is surprisingly similar to New Zealand, and anything that reminds me of New Zealand tends to make me very happy.
Another reason I really like Capri is because I saw a sign on a random streetcorner helpfully informing me that the poet Pablo Neruda once stayed the night here, and wrote one of his famous poems. Any isle where they not only know who Pablo Neruda is but know having him visit is worth mentioning is obviously a place to love.
A shot of the vegetation on the hillside, varying from cacti to wildflowers. It’s such a variety that I began wondering just where I was…
Wow. I think this is the point where I started wishing a little that some dashing local Italian would stroll by who I could fall madly in love with, ideally with a villa conveniently positioned to overlook this spot. If only the Romeos would learn to wash their hair sometimes!
Mind, I later learned that one of my cousins got engaged on Capri, so maybe this is a genetic thing. Or maybe just a member of the human race who has been to Capri thing.
Finally, footsore and getting chilled by the wind, I went for my obligatory investigation into cappuccino culture. I don’t normally drink the stuff at home unless I’m working on some homework set late into the night, meaning the relative lack of caffeine intake these past few months made this guy murder. As in I drank this one around 4pm, went for an hour-long sprint of a walk when back on the mainland, and still couldn’t get to sleep until 3am. And of course they are too delicious to ignore, unlike back home, so we’ll see if I manage to survive Italy without succumbing to caffeine poisoning. Ciao!