Naples, Italy

When people told me that Italian drivers can get a little feisty, I used to give them a knowing look and maybe nod sagely.
“I’ve been to Milan”, I thought, “I know exactly what you mean”.
Nothing had prepared me for Naples.



Between lazy pulses of swell, glossy black waves reflect shimmers of starlight. The clamouring voices of the boat’s other passengers have faded to silence now I’ve found this secluded spot on the prow. I perch high on a railing, turn my face towards the cold North Star, and for the first time in days it feels like I’m alone.