Italy’s hidden secret.

An Island off of Italy called Ischia is known as Italy’s hidden secret. A half hour ferry ride from Naples and the only way to get to it.

Ischia. Small town on an island, being half hour out by ferry away from Naples (mainland).

Italy’s hidden gem, where not only did my mother grow up and got to see the villa where they used to spend their summers at and the church where they used to attend and the roof of the church they used to play on. Went for lunch at this restaurant which was darling, and where my mother’s friend owned because she seemed to know her – but I am not to sure what they were talking about because I do not speak Italian.

You all know how much a Johnny Depp fan I can be and during this time is when the third, Pirates of the Caribbean movie came out and since i left North America before it came out – it was only natural to squeak when i saw Johnny Depp movie poster in Ischia while we were walking the streets. I had convinced everyone to go to the movies with us. A real Italian experience if i must add. No subtitles, voice over in Italian, two intermissions (yes they actually stopped the movie for the Italians to go out for a smoke break) 10pm the movie started and finished around 1am. Even though I did not understand what they were saying, I knew the plot of the movies and that helped a little to understand what was going on. I had to elbow my mother a couple times to wake her up, and my bother, aunt left after the first intermission as they too were falling asleep.

Getting a group of Italians together in a room is like getting a group of English speaking individuals together with one foreigner in the mix who does not understand the language. They speak so fast, i had to keep poking my mother on knowing what they were saying. What is worst not being apart of the conversation is not understanding.

I hadn’t eaten pasta so much in my life than when I was in Italy, and not just restaurant style Pasta but also special Homemade Pasta in a family’s home. Which I believe that had made me sick, something that is a little different – home made pasta and restaurant pasta. Because on my last day in Roma I was sick. Which in my opinion was a horrible way to leave Italy.

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