Cavaliere Della Neve
Kayla was the sweetest, strongest Pinto pony ever!
But the mountain still beckoned. We called Davide and asked him to drive us up to the crater.
Giant statues loomed out at us on the windy trip up the mountainside. Around every corner was a scenic overlook, an abandoned, grafittied restaurant with broken glass (the economy has been bad here), or a dog standing in the road like they owned the place.
|Nope, not a ponderosa.|
Halfway up, the road was closed due to snow, so we got out for a hike. Emily (also green because she’s a botanist,) smelled the trees to figure out what they were. She cried out in delight when she discovered a patch of succulents. The snow was rare and fresh, and the whole forest seemed filled with magic.
|A Vesuvian snow angel for Jenny!|
On the way down, Naples lit up hot in the cold night, a flow of electrical energy around the mountain.
|Trust the Italians to teach us how to serve our own food!|
Davide took us on a crazy drive through the city and to Piazza Bellini where we ate pasta and polenta and drank Limoncello and told stories of our adventures. I learned about gourmet moonshine and the Facebook antics of American Cowboys and heard stories about Emily’s world travels. He ordered something like nachos, but made with bacon and cheese on a bed of potato chips.
|Berry says hello, come visit!|
Emily and I came back to the hostel full of stories about the best day ever!