Sorry Sorrento

Lunedi, October 8th, in Sorrento

On my way to Sorrento, I make the trek with my backpack and suitcase, which weigh about 50 lbs. together. It’s really too heavy and I’m thinking I’ll leave some of my clothes at Radha’s… And, the air conditioning leaks on me as I’m sitting in the back of the SITA bus because it’s crowded, with no other seats. From here, I spend a day using the internet from a wi-fi signal that I receive on the roof terrace of the Hotel Nice which helps me begin to understand what’s happened to my bank account and proves that one should never use a credit card in this country. I walk all over the place the day that I get here and shoot a number of pictures, noting in particular how most houses have boot scrapers built near the doorsteps, and walk around the port and back up to the city a few more times and head for the ferry the next morning to Ischia. “Is-kia! Is-kia! Is-kia!” the boat workers shout as we all tumble aboard. Since it is raining that morning, I succumb to the purchase of an umbrella. Climb the Castello di Aragones, consisting of 300 steps, and many areas and rooms. After I stumble upon an exquisite public park with its worker there performing his duties, I find a place where I have a plate of ravioli. Book a bed in a hostel in Roma for four nights and leave for there on Thursday morning.