Lunedi e Napoli = la mare e isola procido

Is gonna be a Caldi oggi.

The mission: swim the Mediterranean and catch the Cumana back.

Next time you are in Napoli, go to isola Procido. Is fantastico.

This how you do it.

Catch the cumararrraaario from montesanto but actually get on on the circumphlagelattio by accident. Get of the phlagealatto at piave. Wait for the Treno back to Montesanto but make sure it the morning peaks hours one. I spent what can only be described as an intimate yet awkward few moments with the 7 people that were pressed against me. Thank god i had a sarong on is all i can remember. I got off the train smothered in a plasma of hair produti, eye liner, garlic scented aftershave and an amnesty international wristband. God knows what happened to my undies i just pleasesd they were clean on that morning and not my favourite black mohair pair.

Siena was shaken but not stirred.

We regathered ourselves at Montesanto and getsio onboardio the next available carriage for the trip to the Pozzuoli.

Pozzuoli only 10 stops from Montesanto btw.

 

It takes about an hour and a half door to door and 16 euro for two. Anyway, enough about what you might do one day, back to me and now.

 

Pozzuoli has a some fuming holes and the third largest something else and is the childhood home of Sophia Loren.

This the door to her old house.

 

I called out " hey, Soph! You home?

Nothing .....

 

Back down the hill to more explorio the ancient citta de Pozzuoli.

This the temple di serapis. It is roman.

This us with the book of knowledgio in the shadows.

Across the promenadia is the ferry catchio stazione

There lives the traghetto to the isola's

you get on an shove offio.

Then the traghetto from Pozzuoli to Procido. It is fabulouso to be on a boat on the Mediterranean sea.

I love the Mediterranean.

I love a boatio ride

the first u see is not far out

It has the segredi di mare

Then the birds came to look for the edibiale flotsoms and jettisonio.

this took some taking

Now the Procido exploratio.

Uppa the lookout this is what you see

I like the soft pink more than the hot pink ( fuschiaio in italianio ) dont you ?

 

 

I had to have a go to the spiaggia afterwards.

 

I like a swimio in the gulphio di napoli

I like a mio new hat

I like a sarong too, (see why I a nervy on the Treno the peak hour crushio!)

Is A bit uncommon on the Mediterranean but I think I gets away with it.

Not now but one days I tell you about the man from the Porta marina grande Procido who walks the spiaggia relivio the memorios dreams about shooting the fascistios in the duo mondiale geurra, and the etruscarn glass remnants from the waters edge and the Pullman ride around the isola Pozzuoli. You can get on the Pullman any time you like......

I a bit sad the leaving the spiaggia. It a place of Marco .....

Anyway enough the sentimentitalia, tonight the margherita pizza in the pizzareia di Ernesto the magnific di montecalvario. He has the hands of a giant and the pizza dough is like the sete and the ovens is all a mosaiced on the outside with the picture story of the eruptions of the vesuvian gods of Eros and amore locked together in a intimissiano tryst. They look happy.

Ernesto brother Mauritzio is not right in the heads and cannot pound the dough but he can but plays the piano accordion. He plays left handed and it sounds like a violinio of Angelico singing. If you shut you eyes is ok because Mauritius is a little unusalio looking and he wear his belt very high the back and at the front, a little too low for my liking.

When he came to our table to fiddle with his a squeezing box.

Siena say " just look at the eyes"

I say" maybe we should a gotta the asporto"

 

Was a very Caldi oggi and we have noisy espanolios in the east wing of the Sui tette zefrano roomio.

Tomorrow is the not quite rights torre di Pisa

Salve

Mio