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Reflections on my visit to Napoli. Unforgettable visit flying out to Napoli on the 13th January with son Stephen and grandson Jack. 13 maybe unlucky in England but its decidedly good luck in Italy as events were to prove.
We caught the metro to Pozzuoli where cousin Alessia's partner was waiting to walk us to nearby house of another cousin, Cristina. What a welcome with the most amazing dinner, and good to see the rest of the family , husband Gennaro and daughters Angela and Giada.
We were incredibly tired but at times like these adrenalin keeps you going. We took a short walk to B&B Flavio our accommodation, a family business managed by Cristina. We were all gobsmacked how good it was, every need catered for. She should be very proud of such a well organised enterprise.
A hour or 2 shut eye, then a few stops on the Metro to Campi Flegrei and the short walk to Stadio Diego Armando Maradona. Hours before the kick of crowds are gathering, people eating, drinking, street hawkers selling their wares. A new experience for Jack. Neapolitans are warm and loud and where football is concerned they don't hide their emotions.
The atmosphere in the stadium builds up close to kick off and Jack was to remark his ears hurt. You won't get any stadium in England to match the noise in this cauldron.
An expected tight match turned into a rout for Juve Merde with a 5-1 scoreline with Osimhen and Napoli's George Best, Khvicha Kvaratskhelia running the normally reliable Juventus defence ragged....they were literally terrified. The architect of the team is a journeyman footballer called Lobotka who I'd never heard of.....so reminds me of Alan Ball in his prime.
After the game it was a dash to the station to catch the last Metro home, whereupon we gorged on some real pizza.
Saturday was our only chance to show Jack Naples, and as the boy is always hungry we were immediately looking for food. We went down Spaccanapoli only to discover about 30 people in a Q outside Sorbillo's, so we ambled back to the Pignasecca only to discover Q's outside D'Attilio and also Pizza 22. Stephen spotted a Pizzeria in a backstreet in the Spanish Quarters, so we gave it a go.....is it even possible to get a bad pizza in Naples??? I think not.
We wandered round a little aimlessly because it is senseless to try and see Naples in a day. Then its back to Pozzuoli and another mini sleep for an hour or two then out to dinner with Cristina and family and Enza (cousin) and husband Filipo. It was seafood alnight, delicious and fresh. I was able to thank Filipo for getting us tickets to the match as they are like gold dust on such a big match.
Now it's Sunday morning 8.45am and Gennaro runs us to the airport....it's good byes and sad to leave. A quick observation...on arrival we were on the Alibus travelling airport to Piazza Garribaldi and Jack said "what a dump".......and I said to him "but it's our dump". How things change in a couple of days....Jack was asking his Dad "when can we come back". It reminds of a Neapolitan fabl, which I think my mate Federico Di Marino told me ....." you cry when you come to Napoli.....and you cry when you leave Napoli"..... Jack gets it now!!!!!
On reflection I think we tried to pack too much in, 48 hours is way too short, but Jack is still at school so it had to be brief. I really hope he goes again as he now realises there is some Italian blood in his veins. Below is a vid with a few moments from our visit.....sadly because of fatigue I too often forgot to get my camera out. It was so good to be back after health scares and also the pandemic I plucked up courage to fly again.