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God is American ... don't you forget it.
Just as there are no words to decribe the goodness of nutella choclate spread, there are no words to descibe the shear beauty and quaintness of capri. i barely recognized the streets i walked esterday this morning in the blazing sunlight, light seems to alter the landscape copletely. absolutely gorgeous and the locals are so cute. there are no cars allowed in capri, just narrow little "vias" or streets that wind all over lined with beautiful, ornate, wooden and metal gates that are the enterances to peoples houses. it would be amazing to live in a place this beautiful. so yesterday i arrived in capri on the noon ferry ride, i saw some people i introduced myself to at the hostel the night before and we hit it off. a guy named jessie and a girl named shannon, they were bf and gf i think. anyway they were from toronto and staying in capri only for a day. we split upon our arrival and i set off to find my hostel, it took about three hours i think, not including the hour wait for the bus at the beautiful, but touristy harbor. i asked some locals for help and even 2 tourist offices but these winding little vias are a...pain in the ass quite frankly when you are lost, now that i know my way around a little better and im not scared of wandering in the darkness, they are truly extravigant in their beauty. so after i got to my hostel, the reception was quite nice. i was led to my room and lo and behold, i am their only customer this week. i was looking forward to meeting some other travelers but oh well, maybe theyll come tonite. not a really hot backpacking destination, altough i dont know why. there is more beauty in the the back alleys that any of the touristy places, honestly...not trying to get too "American Beauty" on yall but i believe its true. so after i got to the hostel it was still afternoon so i decided to try and find my way back to town...Anacapri is where im staying capri is further down, havent been there yet. so im walking looking maybe for a bite to eat and this path keeps going and eventually leads to an amazing view of the grand harbor miles below where i was ferried in. i kept walking and the path led to stairs, down hill, so i kept on walking. the stairs were old stone and had archways some of the time, steep, uneven and kinda deadly actually. i kept going and going and going and eventually i ended up down at the harbor. this feat may not seem extrodinary but anacapri is on top of a mountain essentially. crazy. the hike back up was sweaty to say the least. i got some pizza in the harbor and asked for a fork and knife and the guy looked at me like i was crazy, i thought thats how they eat it here! what the hell. anyway. walked back up and bought some intoxicating lemonade that everyone sells here, like the kind we had in france that mr. silvestri loved. im not going to drink it. gonna give it away. gross. on the way back to the hostel i stop at a grocer and bought a roll and a coca cola light and went back to shower and sleep. oh, also, NO ONE WEARS SHORTS HERE. i look like and idiot in my high highs. oh well. also, no sneakers. damn, i stick out. ALSO, every time i try and practice my italian with a clerk they never answer in italian, they go straight to english. must be my accent., or lack thereof. Also, when i woke up this morning, i was headed out the door when i ran into a staff member of the hotel, i said ciao and he prompty pinched me on the cheek, looped his arm in my and led me to a table for a real italian breakfast-cappuchino and pastry. delicous.
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