Capri. The first thing the guide book says about Capri is “learn how to pronounce it”. . . Which Mike did. He has a knack for languages, he mastered the Italian accent so well that people would start speaking to him in Italian after they heard him say “grazi!” or “cappuccino” or other Italian phrases. He got really good at saying ” fragola” and “stracciatella” because I forced him to order my gelato each and every day. I however fail at foreign languages. . miserably. And no matter how many times the sweet sweet man in the cafe at Capri tried to get me to order my own gelato-i still didn’t get it. Not even close. Even now as I sit here editing pictures and blogging-Mike is searching for the perfect espresso maker so we can have cappuccino’s daily, and I’m becoming more and more convinced he’s part Italian.
Capri was perhaps the most relaxing part of our Italian honeymoon. It was fab-u-lous. Everything about Capri was lush and green, and warm and perfect. We stayed at the Hotel Caesar Agustus, and once we stepped foot onto the property we didn’t want to leave. EVER. Every day we were there the pool called our names, so we bronzed in the sunshine, walked into town for some gelato or handmade shoes and then found ourselves outside once again enjoying the massive amounts of sunshine Capri offered.
Yes people. . . this is how I now travel. In a poncho/cape. And guess what-best $20 purchase EVER.
A picture of us. . . together? Yes, we finally remembered that my camera has a timer!
So one of the many amazing things about Capri is it’s handmade linens, shoes, and lemonchello. It made me want to dress in linen and stay forever. Instead I got shoes made.
He did an amazing job. . . and was cute to boot!
I love my new sandals. . . and I live in a place where they’re useful all year round. A match made in heaven.