leaving here, arriving there, trying to go just about everywhere...: Capri, the most expensive rock you will ever land on.

Sleep was minimal the night before we headed to Capri as images of Maggie and I cruising the coast on Vespas danced through our heads. You can only imagine the disappointed on our faces when our business was rejected due to lack of experience. Apparently in Capri safety is first, unlike the rest of Italy's va bene attitude. Booo to you man who rejected us. You will be sorry when we come back and rent a scooter from someone else!! Yes, we are a little bitter. Instead we splurged on a ghetto, convertible Fiat taxi driven by an old, conniving man who was persistent about showing us the whole island in the comfort of his back seat. Only the rich and famous could afford the whole island tour.

We enjoyed our fifteen minutes of hair blowing fame (actually we felt like stupid tourist schmucks once the ride began...but hey, when in Rome) all the way to the grotta Azzurra. Here we partook in more money sucking tourist schemes by taking a five minute row boat ride driven by singing Italian men into the sparkling blue grotto. The white limestone combined with the white sand lights the water on blue fire. Take a minute and imagine it because our pictures don't really do justice. Although the trip was only five minutes and more money than we are willing to admit it was worth it. Our only regret was not defying the 30 grumbling Italian men that would have attacked us had we gone for a swim (swimming was strictly forbidden!!).

Already haven spent more money on the taxi and boat ride combined than we did in the first month and a half of our trip we decided to take the autobus back to Capri where for the rest of the day we let ourselves get lost in the alleyways and beauty of the island. Unless you literally are rich and famous this island is a one and done place. Next time we plan to visit Ischia, another nearby island, that is said to be less expensive, less touristy, more beautiful and with beaches you can actually visit without a name like Brad or Angelina. Ciao Capri. Ci vediamo dopo...or not!

Capri and the marina grande

Above the grotta Azzurra

Quequing it up tourist style.

Wow, BELLA.

If we ever come back to Capri it will be to swim here. No one will stop us! And maybe we will know a little more Italian so we can yell back at the 'guards.'