The boys started off with this bunny cliff on their diving adventures.
While I don't know how to swim and have a fear of drowning, I refuse to miss out on a good adventure simply because I am slightly handicapped. Let's just say that the foam noodle became my best friend and sea horse, though I saw it more as a witch's broom towards the end of the trip.
I thoroughly appreciated the friendliness of the locals, especially when it came to their patience and willingness to tolerate and correct my atrocious butchering of their language. One such woman, Monica, the owner of the Bar Corallo as well as her hunky sons. My friends and I would frequent her restaurant not only because of the amazing food and service but also because she was very sweet and welcoming to us and her other patrons. I mean, it didn't at all hurt that her sons were tall, and tan, and young, and handsome.
My friends and family know that my wardrobe primarily consists of shorts and tank tops so it came as no surprise that I didn't pack any clothes that were appropriate for a more formal night out on the town. Luckily Jo-vanni and I are the same size and basically swap gear whenever necessary. It was definitely an experience walking around Anacapri in slacks, dress shoes, and a button down summer shirt, but I think I looked pretty damn good even without my signature tank tops.