My brother Brian and I got to Rome on a Sunday. Monday we woke up and our conversation went as follows: "hey, you want to go to Naples?" "Sure" So we went to Naples. It was one of our worse train experiences of the trip, but we made it there. And to be honest, we didn't have a lot of time there, but it was totally worth it. We both left with some Napoli love. Brian wore my socks (they lost his bags. i blame myself because i frequently get my bags lost). We got out of the metro and thought: this is legit Italy. And then ate a pastry. (props to Brian) (props to Brian) For dinner we ate at this random restaurant because it was basically one of the few restaurants we could find that was open. Lots of those Napoli streets were ghost towns. It turned out to be one of our better experiences though-not because of the food-but because of Johnny. For most of our meal, we wer...