Yesterday started out with breakfast as usual with Godfrey. After that, we headed out to the city of Naples. Alex told us Naples was a dirty city full of crime and corruption, and from the 30 minutes we spent there, I came to the same consensus. We took a boat to Capri, where we took another boat to get inside the cave known as the blue grotto. Our tour guide smelled of cheap perfume and wore too much makeup, but otherwise, it was a fun time. Going into the blue grotto in a row boat was an interesting experience. The man rowing our boat pulled us into the tiny cave with a matrix like back bend. On the way out, he elbowed Joe in the face with this move. It was painfully hilarious.
After this we took another boat to Sorrento, where we toured a Woodworking factory. I was hoping to purchase a handmade canoe here, but my mom quickly shot down that plan. Thanks for crushing my dreams, Tracy. I'm done. The group went for gelato after this, which leads me to another point. We are buying gelato at the same pace the women are buying scarfs, after every meal/3x a day. It's a bit ridiculous.
We went to our hotel to end the day and eat dinner. Our hotel was on the side of the cliff, which terrified Godfrey and me. Michael constantly reminded us how high up we were on the bus ride, while we reminded him that the bus was moving faster than 12 miles per hour. This was too much for Michael's womanly stomach and resulted in him throwing up everywhere. Great job, Rockito. Dinner was an awful experience, as the wait staff at the hotel had no idea what they were doing. TURRIBLE. We did get to see a Catholic reenactment service of Jesus' burial, which was awesome.
The night ended with most of us chatting down by the pool. We were surrounded by a group of really obnoxious australian students, who so politely flipped us the bird as they went to bed. I politely waved back and told these British rednecks goodnight, and reminded them that Jesus loves them. One of these "blokes" proceeded to tell me Jesus wasn't real. I had to be calmed down from getting into a heated debate with Mr. New Testament Scholar. Stick to making vegemite, bud, history and theology are not your thing. It is super late right now and I'm headed to sleep. Goodnight, all.
P.S. Any credible New Testament scholar believes Jesus existed.
P.P.S. Michael did not actually throw up today. He wanted me to make that fact known. I have to embellish the story a little!
P.P.P.S. Caroline wanted to use this as a guest entry, but she couldn't think of anything to type in time. You snooze you lose, Carol.
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