A Perfect Day in Capri, Italy
We have a ‘Perfect day In Capri’ post from our last visit almost 5 years ago. Well, son, this is the new and improved version. Not that the last one sucked. It was pretty damn perfect as well. Hell, we’re in Capri, unless you’re the biggest fun-sponge on earth, perfection is pretty attainable. So check it, it’s kinda similar, but this perfect day is even more perfect than the last one! Why? Read on, bitches!
1) Our best bud Barry was able to meet us for a few days, from London.
b) Get up, pig out on breakfast on our terrace at Hotel La Scalinatella, overlooking the sea. Doesn’t matter if you order a single croissant or a 1 scrambled egg, you’re gonna get a basket of killer pastries, 3 perfectly scrambled eggs with grilled tomatoes, and a loaf of toast & butter. And terrific coffee. Moo.
c) Continue staring out at the beautiful Tyrrhenian Sea, listening to all the birds while your ginormous breakfast settles. Burp a few times. Never gets old. No, not the burping part, looking at the sea, fool!
2) Strap on our Nikes and go for a (steep) run up to Tiberius’ Castle, then a (steep) run down through the hundreds of steps of Pizzalungo. Burn those carbs, baby! Yes, yes I know – this part would prolly be left off most of your ‘perfect’ lists.
d) Grab our bud Barry and head to the Marina. Rent a Posideon boat (one of those good-size rubber boats with
a big motor) from Jeppé at Banana Sport. Wait! First, we loaded up on as many bottles of wine as we could carry. Then to the boat! Jeppe and his wife (?) are the coolest. She gave us the best survival tip of the entire trip: “Big Boats Go First”. Words to live by, and it may have spared our lives. Anyhoo, we treated that boat like our bitch. All of us basically went flying at some point. We had two speeds – Idle and Full-f’ing-throttle.
e) Cruise through the arches of those famous rocks, Il Faraglioni, at top speed. Over and over. That doesn’t get old, either.
6) Cut the motor, dive in and swim the impossibly crystal blue waters beneath Arco Naturalé. No way to get here besides boat. Or if you jump off a cliff a few hundred yards above. We chose boat.
g) Feed the hunger! We pulled our boat into the little cove near Faraglioni for a Lido (beach, you cretin) lunch at Da Luigi. We anchored (at least we thought so) that pig, and beckoned one of the dudes to come and pick us up.
We scored a seaside table and ordered up some Rosé, Mussels & Clams in Homemade Pasta, Ravioli and Caprese salad (‘cept you just call it ‘salad’ in Capri. Same for short pants).
?) Watch our boat start to drift out to sea…Concerning. Better yet? Watch Barry sprint like, well, what’s that fast guy from Jamaica? Usain Bolt. Yes, sprint like Usain Bolt to get someone to haul it back in and do a proper job of setting the anchor. Breathe a sigh of relief, and resume our awesome lunch.
*) Buzz around the island a few more times. Fact: we could circumnavigate Capri in ~20 minutes at full throttle. (Actually I just always wanted to say ‘circumnavigate’.)
That's Antonio with our Rosé!
10) Drop the boat like it’s hot and go poolside at either La Scalinatella (where we stayed) or Casa Morgano (next door, where Barry stayed) for sundown cocktails and relaxation, and planning for the night. Antonio at Scalinatella or Vincenzo at Casa Morgano are the coolest. Note – the pool at Casa Morgano is a little better.
!) Change and stroll the square, grabbing drinks here and there at all teh cool outdoor bars. Most of the day-tripper tourists are gone by sunset. Then we happened upon the US/England World Cup Game (yes, I know, it’s taken a week or three to post this. Oh. And yes again. I admit using ‘happen’ as a verb is a little gay). Barry is a Brit, so it was Game On. OK, OK no he is not a Brit, just teasing. He just a) lives in London, 2) has a slight accent, and 3) uses phrases like ‘tosser’, ‘sorted out’ ‘pear-shaped’, and ‘mate’. But no, he is 100% red-blooded American with a US Passport for proof. OK, now that that’s cleared up. Watch US battle to a draw, and better yet, witness this d-bag Brit behind us cry. A d-bag in Salmon Pants, may I add.
g) Grab an incredible din din at Da Gorgiou. One of our dudes, Vincenzo, at Casa Morgano scored us a table at this place, and it kicked our asses. Awesome views, killer grub, f’ing fun people. The best seafood dish, perhaps of the entire trip. The Italian version of Sea Bass. Il Sea Bassio, or something like that. Simple, grilled with lemon. Done deal. The owner had the serious hots for the other J. Can’t blame him.
`0) Hit La Capaninna hard for drinks. So there’s about 40 places on this island called La Capaninna. This is the bar, on a windy little back street. It’s been around for years, but we just found it! How the hell did we miss it before? Well, it’s a new fave. They have an outdoor terrace, fun people, a cool chick with a dog tattoo, kickin’ alcohol, nice people. No views, just good times.
14) Club it baby!! There’s actually a few clubs here. The hot spot wanted 40 EU each as a cover, and I must admit that I got a cheap attack. So we went to Club #2. No really, that’s the name. Club #2. No Caperto! We got our swerve on, danced our asses off to good tunes, had several shots of decent tequila! and next thing we knew it was 3a. Barry held out an extra hour. Fortunately, no pix of us dancing here;)
l) Stumble home though the cool, narrow little streets. No cars allowed, so no danger of getting flattened unless you run into something stationary.
s) Lay out on the terrace with a glass of vino, watching the stars. Pass out on said terrace. Wake up, go inside pull the black outs and sleep til noon!
z) Lather, rinse, repeat. If this ain’t livin’ what is?!
