Well, holy Toledo! I'm flying out on June 3 to London, arriving about 7 a.m. in Heathrow. Then I have to get myself to London Stansted airport in time to meet Peggy, who is flying in from Glasgow on ezJet, arriving about 11 a.m. It's easier said than done, I'll say that. There's no direct train, and the bus....well, they warn you that the traffic is very heavy and to plan for about 3-4 hours to make the trip. Heh.
After Peggy and I convene, we can hang out in Stansted (not much to hang out in--it looks like the Dubuque, IA, airport--or, more charitably, the one in Cedar Rapids) until she goes back to Glasgow, and I board ezJet to fly over the freakin' Alps to Naples.
My plane arrives in Naples, please goddess, about 8:15 p.m. Because of the relatively late hour, Cathy (who is already IN Italy) has suggested we stay in Naples for a couple of nights while I rest up. (I'm very old, you know....) We made reservations in Naples at what seems like a decent hotel, and Bob's your uncle!
Problem is, we have subsequently found out that Naples is beset by a humongous GARBAGE problem. The trash has not been picked up in Naples since DECEMBER!!!! There are rats and roaches and that ilk swarming all around, and the place stinks to high heaven. Some angry Neapolitans have been setting fire to the mounds of trash on the streets and blaming the mafia, especially, for the situation. Seems the mafia have been "handling" the trash for years and taken the opportunity to import tons of trash from up north and deposit it in Naples. This is why the Naples landfills are overflowing. The president of Italy has ordered the Italian soldiers to guard the landfills and has assigned other places to deposit the garbage once they haul it out of the streets of Naples.
Wouldn't you know, the citizenry are complaining about putting any new landfills or incinerators for the garbage in THEIR NEIGHBORHOODS. Plus, some cardinal of the R.C. church has intoned that it's not right to put garbage right where people live, etc. (Are you wondering whose pockets the mafia are lining?) (I am.)
Anyway, the upshot of all this is that I am flying into Naples, no way around that, and Cathy is meeting me there with a driver who will take us to Ravello. Ravello is home to the famous festival (later this year) and sporadic concerts now. It is an hour and a half from the airport. I'm wondering when I'll wake up! Maybe with the first cock crow in Ravello, which happens every morning, I'm told. Chickens! Swell.