Sorrento was very touristy but cute. I walked back and forth through narrow streets filled with merchants selling lemon-themed souvenirs. I was tempted to buy a bottle of limoncello but I resisted. I had a big lunch of breaded cutlet and roasted veggies while people watching in one of the town squares. I eavesdropped on other diners' conversations. Married couples of different ages, snapping photos of each other and their beverages. At the table next to me there was a grandmother, mother, and daughter from the States. The mom was telling her daughter how tough it was to pursue a career and be a parent years ago. It was a little odd, her "I sacrificed a lot for you" tone, in this conversation with her daughter who to my surprise seemed to be maybe 14 or 15 years old. Still, I thought it was nice to see three generations of women enjoying an afternoon in Sorrento. This restaurant served a shot of limoncello as a digestif. I'll have to try making some for a Manash BBQ someday.
After some Bacio, Amaretto, and Coconut gelato, I jumped on a train back to Portici. I started to nod off but two Italian ladies chatted non-stop, much like the train ride that skipped my stop. I ended up at Naples Central instead. So the only thing left to do was hit up Da Michele's for a pizza to go! I got so many people staring at my pizza box on the way back. I couldn't figure out if people were hungry or if it was unusual to carry pizza on a train.
Tomorrow morning, it's back to Rome to meet Anthonette and seek out some clues to the whereabouts of my underwear and sunblock.
"...the American dream, that dream of a land in which life should be better and richer and fuller for every man, with opportunity for each according to his ability or achievement" -James Truslow Adams, The Epic of America (1931)
Heh, some dude in the hostel bought a bootleg of Transformers. (Actually "ansformers" as the camera man was too close in the theater) We got excited until we discovered it was dubbed in Italian. womp womp womp wah