Capri: The End

I’m back in Navona! This time, unlike the last, its for longer than a day. In fact, I don’t have any concrete plans to leave Navona until the end of the semester, so we’ll see what pops up between now and then.

Today was a very relaxing day as our last day on Capri. I found it difficult to get up this morning, but I really wanted our last free and pre-made breakfast, so I stumbled downstairs by half past eight. Unfortunately, I never got the chance to take that hot bubble bath I’d been planning on taking. Instead, a nice hot shower had to suffice. I said goodbye to my room just before check out time at eleven and the rest of the day we played kill the clock.

We had to meet Romolo to leave via Ferry by three-thirty. That meant something like five hours to kill, and suddenly we were looking for Alan Ceen to give us a structured walk. Instead, we decided to walk around the town of Capri, and then marina grande. More memorably we headed down to the beach and reenacted our cavemen instincts. For about an hour we looked for interesting rocks, threw other rocks at a plastic doll leg that had washed up on shore, and attempted to skip rocks across the bay. In seems very simple and mindless, but I quite enjoyed myself.

Our last real hike on the island was back up to Capri for lunch at Boca di Bobobobo, or whatever the place was called that we had dinner for Ashley’s birthday. They had relatively cheap and delicious pizza. Now we only had a few more hours left to kill, and a little more wandering had us back at Via Krupp. We explored the overlook platform a little and found an interesting reconstruction of an obelisk in Rome (a sundial). We also discovered that the echo from the platform made it possible for people a hundred feet away to hear our conversations. We had some fun with this, yelling at people we knew as they came back up from the beach. Alan Ceen was there and even joined in on the fun.

After a very in depth conversation about the inner workings of a pigeon’s brain, it was time to grab our things and head to the bus. Before I knew it, we were on the boat to Naples. After a taxi ride through Naples, (which was a much better decision than walking would have been, Naples looks quite dirty. There was a market on the sidewalk and I couldn’t tell what was trash and what was for sale.) we were on the train back to Rome. It took three hours, and after a rigged game of cards I fell asleep for the duration.

The rest of the evening was none too exciting. The first day back at classes loomed in the distance.