Italia, part two!

After we left Venice, we took a train to Naples, where our ship had moved to. From there, Carmella and I grabbed our computers and went into Naples to search for an internet café so we could upload pictures. After a couple hours of walking around, we finally managed to find a McDonalds. We were so excited until we realized that in order to get the internet, you had to enter an Italian cell phone number so they could text you your password. Boo. So much for pictures. We met Brianna for pizza and to catch up on the past few days, and then we all went back to the ship and hit the sack early since Carmella and I had been up about 43 hours or so at that point.

The next morning, I headed to Capri, an island off the coast of Naples, with an SAS trip that I’d signed up for. I went last year with the family and loved it, so I figured it’d be fun to spend the night there. When we got there, we took a little tour of the island. We couldn’t check into our hotel yet, so we were all still carrying our backpacks around. They took us to this chairlift thing where we all went up, one by one, to the highest point of the island. Being the non-skiier that I am, the whole chairlift thing kinda freaked me out…especially since I had to lug my backpack up with me. As I was going up, I looked down and saw a variety of things that people had apparently dropped along the way...a couple hats, a pair of sunglasses, the occasional flip-flop. Psh. Idiots. Why wouldn’t you hold onto your stuff for dear life? When I got to the top, the view was amazing! We spent about half an hour up there until we got into our one-person chairs and headed back down. On the way down, I was holding my backpack in front of me again and focusing on taking pictures. All of a sudden, I heard the girl in the chair behind me yell ‘Oh no!’ and then there was a big bang on the ground below me. Oh. Crap. What the hell did I just drop? I looked down and saw that I still had my backpack. Okay. Check. What else did I bring? A purse. Oh gosh. Please...tell me it wasn’t my purse. Anything, but my purse! I quickly looked to find my purse and was relieved to see that it was still there around my shoulder. Okay. Good. Then what the hell was it? I hesitantly peered over the side of my shaky chairlift and looked down. Is that a water bottle? Wait, it’s MY water bottle! Yes! I couldn’t care less about that! Guess I won't judge people for dropping crap on the chairlift anymore... 

After we got off, we went to lunch where I met up with Carmella and Brianna who had ferried over to the island on their own. The three of us spent the rest of the day just wandering around town before we headed back to their hotel to get ready for dinner and dancing. We’d been scoping out restaurants all day and had decided on a cute one just down the road from their hotel. When we got there, we were ushered to our table by a cute host named Marco. As we sat down, our tables were set by an even cuter waiter. Man, does this place know how to pick ‘em or what? We ordered our drinks, and our waiter, whose English wasn’t great, mumbled something about the specials, so we all nodded our heads waiting for him to tell us what they were. Strangely, though, he proceeded to immediately walk away. We were all a little confused until a couple minutes later when we looked up and saw that he was coming our way. Uh oh, in our poor communication did we accidentally order something already? He plopped the tray down directly in front of me and on the platter was an assortment of dead fish. At this point, I was lingering somewhere between completely disgusted and on the verge of laughter. I looked up at Carmella and Brianna who shared the same grossed out/unbelievably amused expressions as I did.  As if we weren’t weirded out enough, the waiter then proceeded to pick up the fish and flail them around in front of our faces to show them off. Slightly unnecessary, but hey, at least he’s dedicated, right? Suffice it to say, none of us ordered the fish specials that night.

After dinner, we went dancing, and sadly, there is not one noteworthy person to tell you about. The club was fun…but the people were pretty boring. One thing I have noticed in all the European clubs, though, is that there always seems to be a lot more guys than girls. And they all dance! Which surprised me a bit considering the fact that most guys in America have to be forced onto the dance floor. Although, now that I think about it, the European guys were actually all fairly comfortable dancing with one another. Hm. Maybe we’ve been going to gay clubs? Beats me. I’ll pay more attention in the next few ports. 

We left Capri the next afternoon and headed back to the ship to set sail for Croatia. We had classes yesterday and today, which was tough after 13 days of traveling. I got my grade back for my bio test that I took awhile back, and I got an A! Yay! Considering I’m awful at science, I was pretty excited! We also had our first Global Studies midterm last night after dinner….didn’t do so hot on that one, though. There 35 questions total and I missed…14. Yikes. That’s a 60. BUT, that’s one of the highest scores I’ve heard! And apparently all 700something of us did horribly, so they’re curving it. I think I’ve complained before about Global Studies, but basically it sucks. And I’m thinking that after getting all these failing grades, the professor is probably going to realize how much we’re not learning.  

In other news, if all goes as planned, it looks as though I’ll be going sky-diving the day after tomorrow! I’ll keep my fingers crossed that my mother doesn’t kill me when she reads this and finds out (surprise, mom!).

Croatia, tomorrow! Farewell!