On New Year’s Day we arrived in Capri, a small island off the coast of Sorrento known for the beautiful cliffs and production of lemons. We boarded a ferry and took off for a cruise around the island. It was absolutely freezing, but fun! The rest of the group sat on the open-top section of the ferry for the view, but I escaped down the stairs for the best view in the house. I was on the back of the boat, conveniently blocked from the wind. The cold Mediterranean water splashed me in the face as the boat sailed over one wake after another.
We pulled right up by the craggy cliffs and saw red coral peeking out from the underside when the water retreated every few seconds. On the way back to the dock, we went through the “Arch of Love,” where the guide said a kiss with your honey would produce a baby with blue eyes. The scheming looks of the 18-year-old girls were enough to make our highly attractive tour guide run for cover.
Back on the mainland, we took a terrifying drive up the narrow roads of the mountain. Around every curve would undoubtedly come another car going down that would almost wipe us off the narrow edge. Most of us took to closing our eyes for the rest of the drive, and we ended up at a small shop at the topmost part of the island, Anacapri. The one thing they do have on the island is lemons, and they make much more than lemonade. The shop sold everything lemon you could imagine. We sampled the lemon liquor (well, those of us who were not hung-over from the night before) and tried the lemon drops. After making a few quick purchases (including lemon chocolate), I slipped out the door and snuck up the stone cobbled path that led to an overlook of the cliffs. Our group watched the sunset and took pictures of the orange globe in the sky slowly descending into the cold, choppy water. With the sun down, we were sure we were already frostbitten, so we called it a night and drove back to our waiting ferry.