Mon14
Arrival
18:25
Land, drop bags, eat.
Both planes touch down at the same minute. The old town, the first pizza of the week, and sunset on the seafront with Vesuvius across the water.
Six days, five nights, one bay, a volcano in the background and the most beautiful woman at my side. Heaven could not compete.
The daysBoth planes touch down at the same minute. The old town, the first pizza of the week, and sunset on the seafront with Vesuvius across the water.
A Roman city frozen in AD 79. The pickup comes to us at ten, from the door of the De Bonart up on Corso Vittorio Emanuele.
Out on the 10:15 SNAV from Beverello, round the island past the Faraglioni, a swim if the water plays along, granita in the Piazzetta — and the 19:12 back, second-to-last of the day.
Greek quarries, Roman aqueducts and wartime shelters under the streets we had been walking. In from Vico Sant'Anna di Palazzo, at ten.
Quarter to six on the Santa Lucia waterfront, and dinner is whatever the two of us manage to make. Then we eat it.
Nothing leaves Napoli until quarter past one, so there is a slow morning in Chiaia first — coffee standing at the bar like the locals, then the airport. No sprinting.
Six days, five nights. Every day out is paid for — all that is left to decide is where we eat.
Deliberately not the budget version.
Two planes, one arrival — both of us on the ground in Naples at 18:25, and both back out on the 13:15 on the 19th.
Demetra Luxury Suites, Chiaia · five nights, the two of us
One on each of the four days between landing and leaving.
Long lunches, proper dinners, zero restraint. The one thing left to spend.
€3,291.85 of that is already paid. Both flights, the room, and Pompeii, Capri, the Underground and the cooking course — all of it booked and behind us. What is left in the column is dinner, and dinner is the part worth overspending on.
Everything we booked, on one map. Pick a day to see just that day; tap a pin to open it in Google Maps.
The map needs a connection — it draws itself from OpenStreetMap. Every address is written out beside its day above, and each one links straight to Google Maps.
Late summer, a balcony over the bay, and nowhere we have to be.