This is my postcard from Capri. Hand made. I am working on it as I write this from the beach we just landed on after jumping off the boat that draw Capri in our minds and into our pictures through our hearts and now straight to your desktops.
It all (the phrase) started so romantic and ended up in technology, I know. Ayo technology.
We got early in the morning – Monday morning that is and I am dancing on the inside right now – to Sorento to get the ferry either to Capri or to Positano. Obviously, we went to Capri. Hence the title, the pictures, duh. The clouds did, too, to make it all more special.
Capri is the most famous chic Italian island. Taking the boat and going around it is even chicer. My family and I are here, in the Province of Napoli, for the wedding of a cousin of mine. And for the trip, not just the destination. So Capri it is.
You know the saying “This is so Capri!”? You don’t?! Maybe because there isn’t one. But it could be. First things first and when I say this I mean food and when I say this I mean pizza. We are in Italia, mio Dio!, and the pizza we ate a few hours ago was molto buono. And it had a lot of tomato buono sauce, unlike here. And we are in Italia, mein Gott! The place called Peppino is very near to the port and assolutamente tutto was delizioso (pizza, fish, lasagna).
I am taking up Italian, pronto!
It’s like Tourette or smth. O qualcosa! Flamenco dancing emoji.
Before the “mangiare” we arranged for a private boat to take us on a tour around the island. Little did we know then.
About the driver, Giovani, and about the island. They both took us by surprise as the most popular man on Capri, apparently, took us with his boat around one of the most popular islands in the world. The pictures will speak for themselves and the captions are below to translate.
I will tell you one thing, though. Or two. Alike Giovanni who kept on pointing our shoulders with his fingers, if we weren’t paying attention). Capri is wealthy, in one word. Ricco. In deep-blue and very-dark-blue waters, in wild yet-very-nit-somehow vegetation, in gorgeous higher-than-expected rocks, in beautiful belonging-to-famous-people houses and most important of them all, in stories. They are so many that you must go there, take Giovani and his boat, untie your hair, let the drops of the water splashed by the boat (uh!) touch your face, widely open your eyes and dream. Because you know what they say: “Those who dream by day are cognisant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.” This is a real saying by Edgar Allan Poe.
And be careful what you wish for. I am not just being metaphorical here.
If you want to go Capri to go to the beach every day, it won’t be that of a vacation since the beaches are tiny (therefore crowded) and rocky. If you want to go to Capri and just be romantic then you go to Capri. If you are into stories, go to Capri.
This was the front of the postcard and here comes the back of it:
Capri pants were really popular in the late ’50s and ’60s.
But before this, we went to Pompeii. With John Snow.