When planning for the trip to Napoli, there were several decisions to make. There are many small islands, ruin sites, and museums. The tiny island of Procida kept coming up in conversation, with conflicting opinions. I decided it was definitely a place I needed to check out for myself.
Procida is unkept; paint peeling, laundry displayed, and un-manicured. Capri’s less beautiful, but far more interesting friend. Soulful and mysterious. Fisherman slowly untangled their nets, children tossed a soccer ball around, couples stretched out on benches. It felt inhabited, and friendly- unlike beautiful but pretentious Capri. After a brief exploration of the small town on the shore, we spent the day walking up and down the hilly terrain.
I felt a bit like a voyeur, gazing in each open doorway and window. Homes were cluttered with flower pots, childrens’ laughter, and other signs of life. However, it seemed as if the island was in a haze. A place where you could forget about the outside world, and spend each day peacefully passing time. It’s impossible not to daydream about what life would be like here. The island was incredible quiet, and we found ourselves silently navigating our way around. Eventually we made our way down to the black lava sand beach.
We got a little lost- but what’s lost when you’ve got no where to go? We found a hilltop winery, an abandon church, and some homes we’d have no problem retiring in.