This past Thursday, I flew to Naples. This is the land of my birth, so it was an important city for me to go to while I'm abroad. My mother, of coarse, gave me a rather long list of places that I have to go to; I went to about two or three places from that list. The flight there had a layover in Rome. At the gate, a bus took us to the plane; that is normal here, but to me it was weird. I arrived in Naples around 10:30 at night and some long time friends allowed me to stay with them. They took me to the Christmas market, which just opened up that week-end. While there, we saw a protest. Evidently, the teachers from Milan and the teachers from Naples are being swapped. The students didn't take well to that, so they decided to protest that day just outside the Christmas Market. We just sat on a step and watched them walk with the flags and fireworks (Italians love their fireworks at really random times of the day for no apparent reason). That night, they took me out for dinner at a place called The Gratto. We took a car to the bus (it was a group dinner provided by the military), the bus to pick up more people in a different area and to a gas station where a taxi would take us to the restaurant. After we got in the taxi, we realized why we couldn't take the bus: the street was tiny with a few inches of room on either side of the taxi. We had a big Italian dinner that lasted three hours. I tried Lemoncello (liked the flavor but not the after taste) and we got home around mid-night. The next day, they took me to the hospital where I was born. We also went down to the port to get a picture of Castel Nuovo and volcano Vesuvio. If you ever go to Naples, you have to eat a pizza. It was born there. The pizza we had for lunch was delicious and I don't normally eat pizza. For dinner, it was a Thanksgiving feast. I know Thanksgiving was a week and a half away, but they had family in town then that wasn't going to be there at Thanksgiving, so we ate the turkey with stuffing. Naples is a beautiful city with colorful buildings and an interesting history. If you can get past the trash problems that the city has, it would be a great adventure.
P.S.: If you ever get on a plane in Rome, expect it be have a delayed departure. Both of mine did thanks to inadequate boarding methods.
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Nicole JohnsonI am a college student studying abroad in France. This is my journal of all that I see and experience on my journey. Archives
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