Clearly too tired to think of a clever name, however appropriate it is. I had an amazing trip with my friends Momo, Gina, Tessie, and Liz.  Check out the pics…every day followed a loose schedule:

8ish wake up, spin or sleep in

10ish walk downstairs for a delicious breakfast, talk to Giuseppe (brother\co-owner of family hotel business) about plans for the day

walk around town, go to the famous baths, or go shopping (we had some fun in a closing lingerie shop and followed it with gelato)

return to hotel and siesta from 5ish-8ish…nap, read, snack, shower, sip wine, talk

9ish walk down the hill for an amazing dinner at the restaurant, always accompanied by a free gift of something specially made by the family business on the island (homemade wine, limoncello, jams, honey). We tried pesto pasta, a lemon pasta, flash-fried cucumbers with mint leaves, all types of pizza, eggplant and mozzarella, chocolate torte with ice cream, chocolate pear cake, calamari, and more.. oh lawddd

1130ish return home and crash

 

I will provide more details about the place we stayed later on for EVERYONE who must go there because the family was AMAZING.  We felt like we were at home and were being taken care of by these brothers.  It turns out that their family is one of the oldest on the island and used to own half of the mountain. They own 2 hotels and a hostel.  They were the most accommodating, caring people, they made you feel like family – so much so that we are all going to storm TripAdvisor and Facebook and Hostelworld with positive reviews.  I can’t wait to go back.

Check out the scruffiest pigeon you’ve ever seen in Naples, a dirty, chaotic anything-goes city with the BEST pizza where our waiter kissed Gina on the cheek several times on the return trip and the other waiter walked up and greeted us with “I love you.”  There’s a picture of ball on a boat, some pictures of the Seaside-like town, lots of views, a panorama from the seat of the spinning bike, one of my fave flowers (bird of paradise! They were almost as prevalent as lemon trees), a bunch of beach chairs at the baths, the hill down to the restaurant, and our last day soaking in the sun on the dock.

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