Hello. I’m Barrett. I’m sitting here in the room of our B’n’B, Il Grappolo, enjoying the slight ocean breeze coming off the Bay of Naples here in Anacapri, but I want to be real honest. While this is an awesome place, it’s absolutely the worst place to get to from Glasgow, Ky. I’m going to do my best to give the short version of our travels:
Glasgow drive to Bowling Green, Bowling Green Drive to Nashville: 1 hour 30 min. Packed into a Car with Rico, his girlfriend, and a buddy of ours, I say packed because our luggage was ridiculous.
Nashville to Chicago: 1 hour 30 min. Pretty normal flight, I had a Diet Coke.
Chicago to Rome: 8 hours 47 min. also included however were 1 hour of the most uncomfortable sleep of my life, getting hit in the knees at least twelve times by an old woman in the economy seat in front of me, seeing an Italian couple, steal a Georgia Tech student’s seat who then sat by me and passed out on my shoulder at least twice and kept me from getting to the restroom for at least half an hour because I felt like waking him up was rude.
Rome to Naples: 1 hour 50 min. Okay so this is where it got weird. We took a little train to get to a big train! Then we got on a bigger train where I was stared down by a lady with dark beady eyes the whole trip and Rico passed out face first on the foldable table. I was told that train travel is over exaggerated by Harry Potter. I would have to agree being that it was my first time and I was not impressed.
Naples to Capri: 1 hour 20 min. HOT. It was really hot. I did actually feel like I was in Italy finally though. And Capri is beautiful. It’s basically an Italian Hilton Head Island except it emanates history.
So what I learned in short form is flying across the Atlantic hurts. Italy is beautiful and the majority of people are really pretty nice, there are a couple outliers though. And finally I learned that all people regardless of background really have a lot of similarities. The old men that sit at McDonalds (you know the guys I’m talking about) are the counterparts of the old men who sit outside the Cafe’. They both sip coffee all day. My next goal is to find somewhere on this island to play basketball. We’ll see. Until next time take care.
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