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When We Went to Naples For Pizza
... and sat back to watch the chefs make the pizzas behind us through the glass window. Let me just say that I have never in my life eaten so much pizza. Our "Normal" pizza was the size of a medium pizza but if Julia Roberts could eat two pizzas we could definitely eat ours. We are not quitters and although we could feel the dough expanding in our stomachs we all finished our pizzas and were pretty proud of ourselves. Apparently our new friends sitting next to us we're ...
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)
... Nocera Superiore has a wide main boulevard, but a much emptier feel than its sister town. But it does have an interesting round church that looks very ancient—and yes, Nocera Superiore does trace its history back to Roman times… also have the remnants of an ancient acqueduct…
But, back to the present, I'm a bit concerned to find a semi abandoned train station ...
1150. Rail Junction Town (Italy 127)
... behind me for a strum session, then on through the town… past its respectable old City Hall and spacious plaza… past some high rise apartment buildings—something I haven't seen in a while. It’s almost comforting to see some urban life when it felt like I was getting farther and farther from ...
Unravelling Naples, or trying and failing
... streets lined with cramped shops spilling over onto the pavement ride daredevil scooter-drivers, each seemingly in such a rush that they scream past pedestrians with barely a few inches to spare.
To cross a road in Naples is to take your life into your hands – in fact, you place it in others’ hands. We wait nervously at a zebra crossing, hoping that a local will take the first step into the roaring traffic. We become characters from a war movie: “OK ...