Napoli continued

I woke up and found most of my roommates still asleep so I decided to climb the stairs to the kitchen on the third floor. 

The counter was decked out with a generous spread of breakfast items including three different kinds of cereals, two different kinds of granola, two kinds of bread, two flavors of yogurt, pats of butter, a variety of jams, honey, peanut butter, a bucket of Nutella, and a tray of sliced meats and cheeses. 

I toasted the whole-grainier looking of the breads and began making a modified power breakfast consisting of both types of granola, muesli and chocolate, and the berry yogurt. I put my modified power breakfast on a table and grabbed a glass. The drink options were water, coffee, black tea, and milk. I poured a glass of tea and placed it next to my bowl. I then grabbed a plate for my toast which I slathered with peanut butter. 

While eating breakfast, my Italian roommate came into the dining room and asked if he could join me. He sat down and asked if I had any plans for the day. I did not. He then said I was welcome to accompany him. I figured, not having any plans and not really knowing the city, why not. I would later find out that he had briefly lived in Naples and knew his way around pretty well. He told me he wanted to go visit an inactive volcano and go to a small village outside of Naples proper called Pozzuoli that was home to some ruins.  I told him I would be happy to come along. 

We finished our breakfasts and prepared for our journey ahead. I brushed my teeth and we were off. 

We got to the train station and my Italian roommate talked with the woman behind the glass about our trip. He then turned to me and told me the price of the ticket, €3.90. We then descended three flights of escalators to reach the platform. 

The train ride was nice enough as I have discovered that Italian countryside is almost always beautiful. 

We arrived in Pozzuoli and walked to the ruins only to find that they were closed for the day. We then decided to walk around the city and take it in. 

We walked to the town center and to a small, local restaurant. We then stopped at a small clothing store where I learned that the “hip” fashion in Naples was currently dressing in ripped jeans and baggy shirts. The look was something similar to what I imagine people in Jersey Shore wear. 

After walking around most of the town, we decided we would check out the park that was once a volcano. 

We walked through the giant gate and we were guided into the information office to buy tickets. We then walked through the park, past the camp grounds, towards the hills that overlook the steaming earth. When we first walked across the salty ground, the smell of sulfur was pure and pungent; not something I enjoyed. My Italian roommate on the other hand relished in the smell as we continued onward. We got to hill where the ground was what felt unnaturally green and orange and was farting from tens of tiny earth buttholes. 

After taking a picture of my Italian roommate on one knee while flashing the peace sign, we explored the rest of the park. 

As we walked out of the park, my roommate decided he wanted to see the beaches and so I decided I would back to Naples and enjoy some dinner. 

The next day we would continue going to various clothing stores while he looked for the coolest, grungy clothes he could find. Very soon, I would be leaving for Caiazzo in search of the greatest pizza on earth and the man that makes it. 

3 thoughts on “Napoli continued

  1. Love the first photo as it gives us a glimpse of the water between those narrow streets.
    The second photo is interesting. I wouldn’t want to smell that odor for any great length of time!
    Great shopping experience story!! Wish I could see a photo of what he ultimately purchased!
    Looking forward to the next blog!!


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