Italian Trip

When I travelled to Capri and Naples with my husband Matthias, I kept a travel diary. As all the sights that are dotted around the country and are historically super significant have already been described very well, I will only go into them in passing.

Instead, I wanted to do justice to all the little experiences that go unnoticed in everyday life but catch your eye on holiday. Well, and sometimes the little things take on a life of their own and tell their own story.

Blick auf ein Wolkenmeer. Eindruck von weißer Watte unter blauem Himmel.

On day 1, we take a Shared Taxi from the airport to the harbour and realise that such a journey is definitely worthwhile. As a taxi driver in Naples, you probably have to prove that you have at least two quirks in addition to a driving licence and a local knowledge test.

On day 2, we take the ferry from Naples to Capri in Rough Seas and learn that it is better to follow the friendly instructions of the staff.

On day 3, we are instructed in the secrets of a good Bolognese sauce in a Funicular Railway, because my left knee can't climb mountains without suitable equipment.

Aus dem Meer steil aufragende Felsen. Wolkenverhangener Himmel.

On day 4 there was a photo shoot with two open-minded Americans – not at the Faragolini Rocks but at the Arco naturale. I also met an unusually large number of people with the name Baby.

On day 5, The Villa Tour provides insights into the neighbourly relationship between the Emslanders and the Dutch and into the lives of industrialists at the beginning of the 20th century.

Blick aus der Villa Lysis auf den Hafen von Capri

Day 6 leads from The Blue Grotto to a lighthouse. Unfortunately, it is only explained in passing why the grotto is so blue. If you suffer from chronic sleep deprivation, I could recommend some books that deal with this topic in detail.

On day 7, we used several modes of transport without a nervous breakdown. I also find myself caught between literature and family.

Day 8 starts in Naples in a very bad mood – a blessing for those who are far away – and ends with a business idea.

On day 9, we were on the verge of a nervous breakdown and on the edge of the crater of Mount Vesuvius. But I won't tell you which I liked better.

Rote Felsen vor blauem Himmel

Day 10 describes the completely uneventful Homeward Journey. My husband wonders why I need so many words. Perhaps I should become a politician, as I obviously can't say anything with so many words. But maybe something did happen that, while not spectacular, is nevertheless amusing. Here you can find out what is true.