5.18.09 Notorious Napoli and the Best Pizza in the World!
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Two kinds of guys are in
So we took our Pompei Circumvesuviana Train in this morning (18.
There were many tourists on the train with so much luggage, youâ€™d think they were moving here! They looked like sitting duck targets for the forewarned â€śbad guys.â€ť with their pristine color-matching rolling bags. Yikes! I figured that as long as they were around, nobody was going to pick on us.
The stations here do not have escalators up to the streets (and are not wheelchair accessible).
You have GOT to be able to carry all of your luggage. That is rule number one for safety.
Plus, when it is a million degrees, you are running for the hourly train that is leaving in 30 seconds, and then you stand in the aisle of the hot train (hanging on for dear life) for 45 minutes, you do not want a bunch of bags with you! People, love yourself and pack light!
When you are packing, just think of Maslowâ€™s base level of needs: water, security, food, clothing, and shelter. The rest just doesnâ€™t matter after awhile and your focus will be elsewhere.
Back to Napoli: the Information man in the
We walked the main street from the Napoli Centrale station, which admittedly is not one of
Horns blow repeatedly with irritation, cars maneuver in a free-for-all through intersections with traffic lights that arenâ€™t lit, and hundreds of makeshift tables of the same sales items (sunglasses, bead trinkets, and fake handbags) line the main streets. The people look worn, dejected, tired. Housing buildings look the same. It is not a particularly fun city to visit.
Hereâ€™s how to cross the road: go to the little blue arrow signs that indicate a pedestrian crosswalk -there may be lines painted on the road too.
Pizzaria da Michele (â€śmi-KEL-eeâ€ť): Lunch was exceptional! We arrived at Pizzaria da Michele at 11:25am and waited first in line for an open table until they opened the back section of the small classic pizzeria. We chatted with some backpackers from
One lady admitted she had read â€śEat, Pray, Loveâ€ť which describes this place. Today is her 40th Birthday and coming here was her wish! I love that.
Fortunately, right after one of them asked, â€śWhat would possess someone to go off traveling for a year?â€ť (an odd question indeed coming from an amiable fellow traveler), we were seated in the opened back room.
We ordered the requisite Double Mozzarella pizza as well as the Margarita and the traditional pizzas, which were all divine. You only get a few choices of pizza type. This is serious pizza. They are 5th generation Master Pizza Makers who have strong beliefs about being pure to the traditional pizza. I am not kidding- look them up on the internet.
The best pizza is made in
Charles afterward said, â€śThat was AMAZING.â€ť He thinks Master Pizza Maker is one heck of a job.
Pizzas around this here are 12â€ť handmade thin crusts, olive oil, tomato sauce, and on all but the traditional Neapolitan kind, cheese.
Afterward, we stopped in a few stores, browsed some markets, and headed back to the train station. A Floridian woman originally from
There is a lemon tree in our campground and it is filled with ripe yellow lemons! Very neat! The stalls beside the train road (by the ruins) sell lemons, oranges, and a lemon-cedar, which we thought was a gigantic lemon.
Last night we had a near-emergency when our campground pizzeria did not open at 7pm as expected! In fact, it was closed for Sunday- how could this be?!
So we got directions to the town of
Our chef came out with our pizzas to meet the Americanos and he checked not only to see if these Texans supported â€śWâ€ť, but to see if we voted for him â€śten years ago.
I tried to order a small glass of house red wine, but somehow ended up with a little carafe that was at least 2 plastic cups worth for 2E. Some communication is lost in the translation, but it was all delightful.
It was Sunday Promenade night in Pompei! Everyone was out walking the cobblestone street of this small town. There were families, kissing couples (Lia thinks this public display of affection from
However, there was something odd- for being such a small town, there werenâ€™t many greetings happening, as if locals didnâ€™t know each other.
Hereâ€™s more about our experience in southern
Our Spartacus campground staff is delightful, and we particularly like
Camping in Pompei and visiting the other places by train was a great suggestion by the Churchâ€™s. We get very attached to the people in each area and it quickly feels like â€śhomeâ€ť. If we rely on public transportation, then it is much easier to base for a few nights rather than to move around and relearn a new areaâ€™s services. Weâ€™re having a wonderful time! Capri tomorrow and then on to