I knew the moment we pulled into Naples, just after leaving Porto Santo Stefano, that I was going to just LOVE this city. It is gritty. There’s a bit of madness, and it’s just pure chaotic. Three things I crave when I’m traveling. The excitement and unexpectedness that comes with some wild adventures. That ounce of danger. But again, we only had thoughts on food. We had just one night to find the perfect pizza in Naples, and we were on a mission. We grabbed two giant pies of margherita pizza off the streets of the bazaar. One for me. One for him of course. Almost anywhere you can find a good slice. Only complete with a ton of hot chili of course. I honestly could not get over the food in Italy. I wanted pizza every single day for lunch. It was that addicting. Not at all thinking of the elliptical in my gym. Traveling, the way we do it, is an exercise within itself. Walking, swimming, hiking. You can eat anything you want and get away with it. Same with my wardrobe. It was so hot I only stuck with denim, and loads of it. A tiny shift dress, and the red bandana that has accompanied me all over the world…with still more places to discover.