This past weekend, Krystina, Zach, Maddie, Alli, and I went to Ischia– this little island off the coast of Naples. Ischia had a ton of beaches and these really cool hot springs. On Saturday, we took the train into Naples, got our ticket for the ferry, and then ate lunch and shopped while waiting for our ferry to get in. Once we got to Ischia, we took a taxi to our hostel. The taxi dropped us off at the entrance to a street so tiny that the van couldn’t get in. The driver told us to just walk down it, and so we thought the hostel would be around the next corner, not very far.
Wrong.
We asked directions 3 times, took 2 wrong turns, and almost got run over by zippy little cars and mopeds about 6 times before we finally found the hostel. By that time, it was after 4, and we just needed to get to the beach. Krystina desperately wanted to find some rocks to jump off of, though, so we began an adventure that led to many injuries
We took this little path that led along the cliff right above the sea, and apparently the path did not go all the way along the coast. We had to climb over a bunch of these giant breakers and onto some rocks, and Alli cut her feet up pretty bad. But we finally found some rocks to jump off of, but they really weren’t very high. We swam around for a bit, then just laid out on the rocks.
That night, Krystina and I tried to go find a club to dance at, but the only one with real dancing was full of high schoolers. The other clubs didn’t have anybody in them really. Apparently, we were in the wrong spot for clubbing.
The next day, we hopped on the bus that would take us to the hot springs, and after a long walk down the hillside to the hot springs, we relaxed in the boiling hot water and put mud on our faces. Then, because we were lazy and didn’t want to walk back up all those stairs, we took a water taxi over to the next town. And, of course, we ended up having to walk up a giant hill anyway. We wanted to get to what our hostel lady called “the hot sand,” where the sand steams. Who knew that she just meant it was really really hot sand? On the beach, when we picked our spot to lay, Krystina and I started playing a spontaneous game of King of the Rock on her towel. I jumped on it cuz my feet were burning and she pushed me off cuz her feet were burning. It was a tough battle
After that, we hopped on a bus back to our ferry. We bought the ferry tickets, and not gonna lie, I literally had the ticket in my hand for no more than ten seconds before I lost it. I’m pretty sure I just left it on the ticket counter and somebody grabbed it. Thankfully, the tickets were only 11 euro, so it wasn’t that bad to buy another one. Then, on the ferry, Krystina and I went exploring, and Krystina got beckoned into the control room with an ever-so-welcoming “Prego!” Then she got chatted up by some old guys who worked on the ship doing who knows what. I went back to the group to tell them not to get off the ferry cuz the first stop was Proscida (another island) not Naples, and then Krystina’s voice came on over the intercom of the entire ferry calling all the Camp A crew to come to the top deck. They let her use the intercom!
Maddie and I went up to talk to all the old guys, and one of them was apparently trying very hard to hook Krystina up with another of the crew members. The old guy, Joseph, kept saying that Luigi is a “good boy” who lives alone and whose family owns wine. Joseph invited us over to Luigi’s house and out on his boat. It was hilarious. We had so much fun.
