Lunch on Capri

The ship hit Naples as the last port of call. With all the classes and demos finished, we had the entire day free.

Mike had been out to Pompeii, and we briefly discussed that option. But then we realized that with three massive cruise ships at the dock, there would be nothing but a sea of cruisers delivered to the ruins by bus. Instead, we grabbed a hydrofoil over to the island of Capri and took a cable car up to the top to get away from the tourists by the water. We wandered up to Restaurant Gemma for a lunch of grilled mozzarella, deeply flavored seafood pasta and Neapolitan pizza. As we gazed out over the azure waters in the bright sun drinking wine, all I could think was that at my heart, I’m just a little girl from a small town in Michigan who somehow ended up here, sipping an Italian white with this great guy who loves me. I’m not quite sure how I got so lucky.

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