Day 13: Capri. The man at the front desk of our hotel is quite expert at apologizing and looking affronted on my behalf. Nobody met you at the boat to help with your luggage?! That is unacceptable. Really, the website says this hotel has a private beach? (a sad shake of the head). I am afraid that is not true. But he is so dapper and the Italian accent is so charming that it does not bother me. In fact a perverse part of myself hopes for more things to go wrong so that he can feel contrite. I feel less forgiving to Trip Advisor. Their claims that the shutters block out the sounds from the harbor and the spectacular breakfast is not to be believed just feel like outright lies. But dont get me wrong -- I love it here. After our buffet breakfast of soggy eggs, sad looking salami and cheese, dry pastries, yogurt, and cereal (to be fair the rooftop terrace where we ate does have a great view of the harbor, and when Milo spread Nutella on his bread and looked out he said, Now this is the life.) we changed into bathing suits and went to the lobby to wait for, as the web site promised, your own private captain to meet you and take you on a tour around the island. The man at the front desk told us he was sorry, but the tour did not include The Blue Grotto. Apryl later pointed out that he said this next to a displayed brochure saying that the Blue Grotto was part of the tour. Undeterred we followed our captain, a man who looked at his phone the whole time, to the docks where we got on a small boat piloted by another man, while our captain took off to ferry other souls between hotels and the harbor. The boat ride was fantastic, speeding over waves in water with brilliant shades of blue and turquoise, Mount Vesuvius in the distance. We circled the island, stopping occasionally to jump off the boat and take a swim. Drying off as a family on the blue cushioned front of the boat, laying on our stomachs as we watched whatever sights came to greet us, I felt so completely happy that I didnt even mind when I got off the boat and discovered that the blue had come off and stained all our clothes. After a light lunch we hit the beach. It was rocky, funky, a bit crowded, and a lot of fun. Later that night we got dressed up, took the funicular up, and hit the town of Capri. We walked along some narrow streets we hadnt explored the night before and decided between two restaurants for dinner. One had pictures of the owner with Dennis Prager and Dr Oz. The other had pictures of its owner with Roger Federer and Jay Z and Beyonce. If youre going to be a snob anywhere it might as well be Capri, so we chose the Federer restaurant. It was great (gnocchi with pesto and green beans, shrimp fried three ways, pizza margherita, lentil escarole soup, lamb chops in balsamic vinegar, and wine, of course). Luckily I had to take Milo to the restroom which was next to a beautiful wine cellar. Zoe wasnt feeling well so Apryl, after a weak protest from me, took her back to the hotel while Milo and I strutted through the streets of Capri like two cool dudes, eating gelato and not having a care in the world. Sent from my iPad
Posted on: Sat, 19 Jul 2014 17:37:00 +0000
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