The city famous for its pizza.
And laundry lines crossing the city skies.
My parents went off on a tour of Mt Vesuvius and Ancient Pompeii, and maybe, in retrospect, I should have too.
But instead, I took a little alone time to explore Naples.
Which, honestly, didn't seem to have too much to offer, except maybe a lack of tourists.
I hoofed it off the boat and into the town. Following the crowds through the city streets.
I meandered through a semi-open air mall with what seemed like mostly locals.
Without a map, or a guidebook, or any information on Naples, I had no clue all of the places I was passing.
A castle, a plaza, and a giant volcano in the distance.
I browsed through local clothing stores, and a few tiny gift shops peddling epicurean treats, peppers, espresso, and lemon everything.
As the day became hotter, I had sweat through my clothes, and my feet couldn't take any more flip flopping through town, I gave up on my short-lived dream of sipping an espresso in Naples.
Instead I returned to the port where I dined on some Naples Style pizza, ice cold Coca-Light, and Italian beer.
In front of a castle.
A few hours later, Mom and Dad returned to the ship and we sat out on our balcony watching the pilot navigate our ship out of port, passing by what I would now know as Mt Vesuvius, as the moon rose by its side.
And finally, back out to sea, heading out of Italy and east towards Greece.