I’m reminded of all the reasons why I can’t live in Europe.

Yet I’ve always had a soft spot for Italy.

The loud, enthusiastic, gesticulating people. The gorgeous landscapes. The food, vino and gelato.

… I could almost live in Italy.

The only other time I’ve been close to Naples, I was 18yrs-old. We drove past en route to the Isle of Capri. It took hours as traffic was terrible … in 1976.

Traffic is worse now.

Naples is one of the oldest cities in the world, and looks it.

It’s one of the richest cities in the world (richer than Zurich, for example) yet you could film a movie set in a 3rd world hellhole, if you wished, here.

Graffiti? … Must be an Italian word. … Invented in Pompeii. That’s my guess.

Jetlagged, I checked in at the friendly Hostel of the Sun. My host, Luca, insisted I visit the hot spot in old town, for my first meal.

Sorbillo’s, Naples

Gorgonzola, ham, mushroom. Fantastic. And inexpensive.

That’s a tasty first impression.