Naples, Italy

Another early morning, 2:30am early for that matter. I had a flight to Naples leaving at 6:55am and these were my options:
a. Get up at 4:30 to take a cab to the airport from my hotel, that apparently took half an hour, that would cost at least €45.
b. Get up at 2:30 to catch the city bus to the airport, that the receptionist insisted would take an hour and a half when I knew it would only take 45 minutes (because that's how long it took me when I took it to the hotel), and would only cost me €2.
So option b won and yes it only took 45 minutes on the bus. Not only was the bus ride shorter than planned but I caught the earlier bus as well, so I was a good 3.5hrs early for my flight. So I people watched. People from all walks of life, from all over the world. ..Once I got on the plane I was so tired (having gotten about 1 hour of sleep, tossing and turning the night before worrying that I was going to be late for my flight) that for the first time ever I slept on a plane, the whole way from Athens to Rome, it was the best flight of my life. Later once I arrived to Naples from Rome, I knew right away I wasn't in Greece anymore. People were smiling, helpful and just so much more pleasant to be around. I decided to just wander for the afternoon. Another first today, I got lost and I enjoyed it. I didn't know what the next corner would bring me, but it was always something new. Either a massive statue, a beautiful church, a group of musicians, a student hangout, a cute mom & pop shop. Also tried some gelato on my brother's insistance. He was right, it was the best icecream I ever had. But I still had to try the pizza.
The next day after coming back from Pompeii, I had planned the day before that I would go to the Duomo since it was closer to the train station and it was on my list of things to see. I was pretty tired from wandering Pompeii all morning, I knew I would get lost if I tried walking there from the station (my map sucked), so I took a cab. He starting having a full blown conversation with me even though he knew I didn't speak Italian, so I sat there and nodded my head once in a while. I had showed him the site on the map where I wanted to go, but he instead brought me to the street Duomo. So being a dumb cabie is a worldwide thing I guess. So not sure whether I had made it to the Duomo or not (after checking online it turns out I did), I walked back to the hotel to get my bag. But before, I figured I should have a slice of pizza. Well first of all for €4.50 I thought I was getting a slice-nope it was a whole medium pizza (I ate 3/4, not bad eh?...yeah I felt a bit sick after), but second of all, all of the waiters were lurking around the corner the whole time just staring, just creepy! It's like they had never seen a woman before. Then one would come ask me how my food was and the others at the corner would giggle and this was repeated by each one. Give me a break. Luckily I was off to Rome in an hour.