CAPRI: Better known as a port for the luxury yachts of football superstars, Saudi oil magnates, miscellaneous celebrities, and CEOs working on their tans; hordes of tourists and Roman emperors, who have all called the place home during various summers over the last two millenia, Capri meant two specific things to us: a way to ease the aches and pains from our eight hour hike along the Amalfi Coast the day before, and a conclusion of sorts to the south Italian leg of our trip.
Although we had recently enjoyed a dip in the Med on Procida - virtually uninhabited compared to the tourist-infested beaches of Capri - I was personally super keen on a lengthy swim... I can´t overstate how desperately, during my six months in Rome, I yearned for a cleansing dip in the sea, as I was wont back at home in Moreton Bay, the Gold Coast and Byron. This was my chance.
But first, we´d decided to make a beeline for the Grotta Azzura, or ´Blue Grotto´ as soon as we arrived on the island; so we paid up what we thought was an exorbitant twelve euros each to be taken to the entrance of the grotto (but not inside; more on this to follow) - but it turned out that we´d actually paid for a boat tour that circumnavigated the whole island - something we hadn´t planned, and that came as a pleasant surprise once we realised. 
And so we managed not only to see the Blue Grotto, but the Green Grotto, the White Grotto, the baths of Trajan, the stalactite that looks like the virgin Mary, the natural arch that looks like an elephant´s trunk, the lover´s keyhole, boys jumping off cliffs, and countless, priceless luxuy watercraft, that made us all realise how poor we were - especially given how many euros we hemmorraged at every turn on the trip to Capri.
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