Wrote this two days ago, but couldn't post because of the blasted WeeFee. So the date is a LIE.

Wednesday 9:59AM. Train to Salerno, Italy

Alright, I need to get this out while the frustration is still fresh in my mind. Because in an hour or two, I will be sleeping my cares away on the beaches of Salerno. But first I need to nerd out because this train is my first individual coach train. Like the Hogwart’s Express. Just not as cool and no dementors.

So yesterday turned into one of those days where I’m trying to not be a little bitch and cry and want to go home. To start, sleeping is just not an option in Naples. There’s construction, motorbike sounds, and thugs screaming and fighting in the streets ‘tilthe sun comes up. This one fight that happened right outside my hostel window made me question why movies add those cheesy thud sounds when someone gets punched. The sound of someones fist hitting someones else’s flesh is sickening enough. Especially when it’s echoed in an alley way and goes on for seven minutes.

The next morning, I get kicked out of my room because the cleaning crew needs their creative space to mop the floors. 

So I buy a train ticket to go to Pompeii. I find my train and double check with one of the conductors that it’s the right train. He then explains to me in Italian that I need to go downstairs to the metro for my train. But that conversation takes 10 minutes because I DON’T SPEAK ITALIAN. So it takes me 20 minutes to find the platform downstairs. Just to have that conductor tells me I need to go back upstairs to the first train I was at. But by the time I back up there, the train is gone. And I want to punch the first guy in the face. And I could have. He was still there.

The next trains were too expensive, and had too many transfers for conductors to ruin my life in Italian. So I bought a pizza and took a nap.

It sucked.

Just so you’re not too depressed for your favorite writer, I had a fab day on the island of Ischia the day before with some lovely canadians. Filled with paddle boating, cliff jumping, gelato, turning into a tomato, and almost missing the last ferry to shite Naples where I witnessed the sun completely disappearing on the sea’s horizon with no clouds messing it up.