From Naples, we took an extremely rocky boat ride to the main marina of Capri. Everywhere I turned there was somebody barfing in a bag. Luckily, I do not get sea sick so I found a spot the furthest from the barfing brigade and read my book. Once I happily stepped off the boat, I soaked up the views and headed off into the white-washed villages where I tried the region’s sweet lemon liqueur, Limoncello.
We decided to rent a boat to do some cliff jumping and swimming. I was merely the photographer for those who wanted to jump off the cliffs. There were so many jellyfish in the water and I was afraid to get stung like someone else did. So, I sunbathed on our boat and enjoyed the bright blue waters while staying dry.
Set on sheer slopes, Sorrento doles up sweeping views over the Bay of Naples. At night I explored Sorrento’s web of narrow streets and found a little restaurant where I ate mouthwatering Italian pizza. I absolutely indulged. That delightful pizza on my plate was looking back at me with each bite I took and the love affair began. I happily devoured my pizza while joining dozens of others watching the soccer match. It was the World Cup during my time in Europe, so everywhere I went I was bombarded with soccer matches and the dreadful noise of horns that people blow over zealously in the crowds. I would go back to my pizza and get lost in its deliciousness before my tummy would not and absolutely could not consume any more.