Nancy recently read the book "Eat, Pray, Love," in which the author opines that Italy has the best pizza in the world, and that Napoli has the best pizza in Italy. The author then goes on to reveal the pizza joint with the best pizza in Napoli. By logical reasoning, this pizza joint in Napoli made the best pizza in the world.
We didn't go there.
That's why this post isn't called "the best pizza in the world."
We did, however, eat the best pizza we've ever had. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
On Sunday, we rescheduled our car rental pickup from Monday to Tuesday, to allow for more travel flexibility in our Monday trip from Positano to Siena. If you've been following along up to now, you know we would crawl over the mountain, in shorts, through flaming broken glass to avoid another SITA bus ride along the Amalfi coast. Well, maybe not in shorts.
Monday morning we checked the weather, and it appeared we would be able to get to Napoli by the water, avoiding the SITA Bus and the flaming broken glass. We boarded the Metro del Mare traghetto and made our way to Napoli, only stopping momentarily at Sorento (in the picture above), just long enough to realize we'd picked right by staying in Positano (not that there's anything wrong with Sorento. I'm sure it's a perfectly nice town. We just really loved our villa down by the ocean, and didn't think being perched on a cliff would feel quite the same. Hey, if Rick Steves likes Sorento, it can't be half bad.), before landing in Napoli.
The ferry ride took longer than scheduled as we made an unscheduled stop in some fishing village along the way, so we had just enough time to make it to the train station in time for the next EuroStar express train to Firenze, in normal traffic. The traffic in Napoli that day wasn't even normal for Hades (of course, I'm assuming there's traffic in Hades; perhaps they're all stuck driving Ford Escorts on the verge of breaking down with the windows up, the window cranks broken, the heat stuck on 'high,' and the 8-track tape stuck in the player permanently playing ELP's 'Pictures at an Exhibition' and fading out right at the best part without switching to the next track before repeating the current track all over again). Well, we prepared ourselves for a proper fleecing as the driver indicated he could get us there faster without the meter on. It was nearly worth the 20€ fleecing (plus 5€ tip since he "drove so fast and opened the door for my lady") as we had the most thrilling taxi ride of our lives, cutting through parking lots, slipping in front of speeding trucks, and weaving between speeding scooters. If we'd had our tickets in advance, we would have made it onto the train before it left. Instead, we were left with an hour to kill in Napoli Centrale station before the next EuroStar train to Firenze. We spotted a pizza place right next to the McDonalds. I grabbed a table and stacked our luggage while Nancy got the pizza.
This story will end disappointingly as I cannot possibly describe this pizza or why the pizza was so good, only that it was the best pizza we'd ever had. Ever. Anywhere. Ever. You're just going to have to take our word for it, or you'll need to come to Napoli for your own fleecing and pizza experience.
Soon after that, we were on the train and on our way to Firenze to catch yet another SITA Bus to Siena.
Next entry: We loooooooove Siena
Ciao! Brent & Nancy
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