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Travel Blogs from San Paolo Bel Sito
1152. A Classy Finish to a Long Day (Italy 129)
... I guess "reaching out" to the next generation which no longer feels the appeal of boring church masses… This is something I would expect to see in the USA where all kinds of strategies are used to make religion a bit more “hip” for the next generation… but not here in Italy—interesting sight though.
And with that, I head back to Napoli where I enjoy a very well deserved, warm night’s ...
1151. Searching for Roman Ruins (Italy 128)
... schedule whatsoever… maybe I should head back to Nocera Superiore where I know all trains will make a stop than risk another night out in the cold… But instead I decide to press on, continuing all the way up the town until the road hits the mountain forest… then following another road on back to the highway to the next town, which I dearly hope will have a major train ...
1150. Rail Junction Town (Italy 127)
Day 063: 2 hours, 4.0 kms
Nocera Inferiore—despite its unpretentious name is a large town and a small railroad hub: hear the railway up to Avellino and Benevento, the two other provinces of this region, heads off. I pause in a cramped little plaza near the station with a nice view of the ...
1148. A Blink and you’ll Miss it Town (Italy
... foothills of the central Italian ranges on the other. In the center is a scattering of farms, small industry and homes—not particularly charming. I almost decide to skip this town, but then I see a parkbench tucked away and figure… what the hell…
Not many people out and about—this is Christmas after all. There are some guys who roast artichokes and sell them by the side of the road. ...
Barcelona to Sorrento Travel Day
... because our perception of the people of Naples was so skewed. We have been told to trust no-one that everyone is out to take our stuff and rob us of our good time. Everyone from the Japanese tourists, the kids, the men with their bags, even the priest, all looked suspicious. It was exhausting to hang on to our belongings for dear life and “trust no one”. The train was packed. We almost missed our route to Sorrento because people were so crammed inside (all of our ...