Thursday, March 30
Napoli by bike
Today I had a meeting in Naples with a friend who makes jewellery. I had to pick up some pieces to sell in the boutique. We decided it would be easier to go on the bike for traffic and parking reasons. It felt good to get out of Positano for a while, even if I was putting my life at risk by going on an south Italian motorway on the back of a motorino. After the meeting I had arranged to meet up with a friend...Well, not really a friend...ok, now I think I can call her a friend, but before today we had never met!
Only once before have I met up with someone I met 'through the internet', and it was a disaster. My friend and I used to 'chat ' to this american girl who seemed really nice. She came to London, we met up but in real life she had nothing to say. Personality =zero. The conversation was strained, she didn't want to go anywhere or see anything and we'd already offered her a room for the night. She was also very very large and very sweaty... Oh well, you live and you learn. Needless to say we never heard from her again!
Today I met up with Tracie B (My Life Italian). We arranged to meet over a very bad phone line. So Carlo and I waited outside the British embassy and Tracie and Gennaro waited outside the American embassy! After 20 minutes and another phonecall we were closer, just different sides of the American Embassy. I walked around the building trying to find someone I didn't know. I saw a girl standing by a car and thought 'that must be her', but then she waved at someone going past, so I kept walking. I couldn't see anyone waiting around so I looked back at the girl. She was waving at someone else. 'Maybe that is her', I thought, 'either she knows everbody in Naples or she thinks they are all me!'
It was her and we had a really nice afternoon drinking beer in a little bar by the port. We must have had 200 half conversations, the type you never get round to finishing because there are too many things to say and ask. At 3pm we had a little panic, realising that we wouldn't get back in time to pick Skye up from school. I called a few people and eventually found someone to fetch her.
It was time to leave, so we took some photos (Tracie looks great, I think I look like a transvestite), said goodbye and got back on the bike. We narrowly avoided crashing when a very large lorry pulled out of a sideroad while admiring the view in front of him instead of checking for oncoming traffic. The usual sort of 'almost accident' that Italians take in their srtide with a couple of hand gestures. We arrived back in Positano with numb bums and stiff necks, tracked down our daughter and went home for pizza.
at 8:23 PM