We arrived outside Naples to a beautiful walled home and guest house of Rosa and Emburto, family of Acle. We would be staying in the beautiful guest house for three days over the course of the weekend and we were so excited for a break from the craziness of tour, we could not avoid craziness if we tried. We took the first day to wander about Naples down by the beautiful water front guarded by a sweet looking castle, peaked in a variety of shops, and had some delicious. That night we decided we would catch the bus into the city and check out some of its famous disco and night life. Our night would be nothing quite like this. We had a few drinks at the guest house and then wandered down to the pizza place to grab a bite before catching the bus. Intermission
At the pizza place we befriended the owner, the main pizza chef and one of his friends, three 30 year old gentlemen who were playing Scupa when we arrived. We had pizza and to much wine as we showed a poor show of Scupa( a Neapolitan card game) and where then told that the busses had stopped running much earlier in the night. In broken Italian and English the pizza owner, the chef and his friend decided they would drive us to a disco. All for an Adventure, we spilled into the owners and the chefs car and went to what we thought was a disco, only to arrive at an Neapolitan Tv studio. Our new friends showed us into the Studio where a live performer, I would say an Italian version of one of the Jones Brothers was performing while a Female dancer danced around him, looking something between bored and drugged. There were three camera men with high-tech cameras revolving around the performers, as people called in to speak with him from across the Naples area. One of the Cameramen let Emily use the camera and wear the headset, and we stood by the six other people in to studio who chain-smoked and shot us dirty glances as we applauded after a song, I guess you are not suppose to applaud in a closed studio. I have one question though,
WHAT THE HELL WERE WE DOING IN A NAPLES TV STUDIO? HOW DID WE GET THERE AND WHY WERE WE NOT AT A DISCO?
These are the questions I marveled on as we watched the fake spiked hair tiny bopper sing cheesy Italian songs. The pizzeria owner disappeared and the chef and his friend then drove us into downtown Naples rocking Techno and then dropped us off at a club, not even staying to dance they left saying they would call us to go dancing the next night. We were informed the morning after by Umberto who was friends with the chef of the pizzeria that we were not suppose to see them again as the wife of the chef is apparently a very jealous lady, we never saw them again. Finally making it to a dance club, we rocked out to 90’s English songs while realizing that we were easily the only people there under 30, and then taxied home only to argue with the driver who clearly jacked up prices because we were tourists. I gave him one euro extra and Emily and Liz were mad at me, overall a night I could never have predicted in my wildest dreams.
