Italy Day 5

Day 5

Friday, August 5

This day, we left Rome and took a train to Naples. The train ride was pleasant enough for me, but mom had found an Italian guy in our compartment to try and talk to about all that we were going to do in Naples. They talked and talked. The guy knew a little Spanish, a little English and Italian, and my mom knowing Spanish, English, and a little Italian, tried to respond. It wound up being mostly sign language! She really enjoyed it.

Once we had arrived in Naples, we tried to find the R2 bus to take us to our hostel that we had reserved a room at. It took us awhile to find it, and we had to walk up against this feense surrounding a bunch of construction in the plaza. We promptly named it shoe street because all along the fense there were random shoes! And not just broken shoes, but shoes that worked. High heels, tennis shoes, flip flops, you name it, it was discarded there. We finally found our bus, then there was the problem of getting a ticket for the bus. I stayed on the bus, that had no driver and a few people sitting on it, while my mom braved the street and found the tickets.

We started to ride the bus and were counting our stops (the directions said 7) and then asked a little old man who was standing near us if he knew of the place. Thankfully he did and told us to get off at the right stop and which street we needed to walk down in order to arrive there.

We arrived at this tall building and had to walk across the cort yard and ride the tiny rickety (mom hated this) elevator up to the 6^th floor where the sign had said the hostel was. When we got there, we checked in and found out we needed to go one floor up to arrive at our room and the commons room.

We took awhile to settle in and I rested (like I said, the mono is kicking it into high gear and I get tired quickly.). Then, we set out to find a place for dinner.

Naples is nasty. It’s really dirty, and no one feels safe. All over the main train station they had warnings in every language to watch your stuff because people will steal it. Because of this, we didn’t walk far for dinner. We made it up and around the block before we walked back to the place on the street corner near our hostel. It was good pizza, but the waiter had a horrible ‘americans suck’ attitude, which was not helped by my mothers gazillion questions.

After this, we went back to our hostel and played a couple games of farkle before going to bed. Neither of us sleeping well on the rock hard beds.