Remember how a week ago I was in Paris? Yeah, not anymore. And Denver isn't even the Paris of the United States. But I'm here with Christine, baby Wilson, my sister and her fiancé, and my parents. And the two dogs, Jack and Aspen (both girls), collectively known--perhaps just in my brain--as JackAs(s).
But you don't want to hear about any of that, right? I last left you wondering what I did on the other two days I spent on Capri. So we'll start there.
Christine's friend Bea (pronounced "BAY-AH") joined us on our second day on the island, so we had an Italian speaker with us most of the time. That's really the best way to enjoy a foreign country if you don't know the language yourself. So I encourage you to make friends with foreigners. That's Travel lesson #1.
Sunday night (our first night there), Christine and I wandered around the town and eventually began looking for a place to eat dinner. Capri is not a big town, but it does have large number of restaurants, so we had several options. Or at least we thought so. But I guess Sunday night also means a lot of places are closed. We found ourselves in a little alley in front of a restaurant called Michel'angelo. Let me just tell that if you ever go to Capri, you should avoid this restaurant at all cost. It is terrible. Absolutely awful. Just a really bad food experience. I should have trusted Christine's instincts when she pointed out that we were the only people dining in the restaurant. Really, though, I'm sort of glad we ended up eating there because it gives me the chance to use this awesome picture again: