The Italian Islands

We went to two islands while we were in Italy - Ischia and Capri. The first thing we learned was that the Italians love to line dance. In Ischia Brooke and Beck scored free passes to the thermal baths which they claim were glorious (they really were). Brooke continued her trend of spilling things on the trip. She managed to spill a bottle of wine, one of the big ones, all over Beck's bag in a room that was designated no alcohol by the hostel. We sat out at the beach a lot on these islands. Jeremy can't seem to sit still when he's at the beach. He always has to be in the water or swimming somewhere or talking to someone. He made Beck and I swim out to this rock. We were dodging sea urchins and jagged rocks. I managed to slice my foot in two different places pretty bad. I probably needed stiches but since I'm a hardass I wrapped it in duct tape. Beck managed to sneak by with minor scratches. At night we frequented the Oasis where we were privy to all the secret Italian line dances. We will be coming back to the States with a few new moves. The Oasis was also home to the best pasta I have ever had, the Chef Petro Special.

As for Capri, we actually stayed in this town Anacapri. We stayed at this hostel Bussolo de Hermes where we were helped by the lovely Rita. Jeremy got hugged, patted on the stomach, and slapped in the balls by Rita's husband Chiro, who is also an expert back alley driver. Capri is home to the Blue Grotto. Apparently you have to pay around 10 bucks to get a guy to taxi you in there with a boat, only to spend a few minutes in there, a BIG rip-off. We found out the insider information that you can swim in before the boat guys get there. We woke up early the next morning and went only to find a bunch of Asians at the drop point where you get into the water. We were in a rush so we threw our shirts off and jumped in paying no attention to the envious slant eyes watching us. We swam in and it was really cool, especially because we didn't pay. When we swam out the asians decided that it looked safe because the stupid Americans made it back alive, so we decided to act like we were scared and started screaming "Godzilla" scaring the Asians. The Asians who were all female asked us to be their escorts but the time was running out before the boat guys showed up and we had to get out of dodge. We spent the rest of the day at Marina Picola. We rented some kayaks there and sat on the beach. Chris had to do all the work in his canoe despite his still recovering wrist injury. The plus side, Brooke got a nice even tan.

Focker Out.