The Chaos in All of Us

In Love with Naples

I am a very organized person that loves clear rules and boundaries. I have a low appetite for risky business and must always play safe.

I plan my trips over months to obtain the best plane ticket and accommodation pricing. Traveling is one of the joys of my life, so I squeeze as many trips as possible into my already busy schedule. I stay away from the main tourist destinations in search of silence and peace, dreaming of climbing a mountain without meeting crowds.

Still, some places bustle with people, stormy crowds, and loudness, and somehow, they have a strange recharging power. Or maybe it is just me. Perhaps I have deeply written in my genes the need for mayhem and revolt.

I felt at home in places like my new favorite one – the chaotic city of Naples. Home of old Italian families, some of them confronted with the law, Naples is a mix of contradictions. The old with the new, the beautiful and the ugly, the faithful and the sinner, they all have their place and are accepted in this city, the third largest in Italy.

I arrived here the day the football team won the championship. Even if you didn’t like football, you couldn’t escape their joy, laughter, and music. You needed instantly to be a part of it.

There is something about this place: the buzz, the food, the coffee, and the loud locals that are so welcoming to everyone that you keep telling yourself that you must return.

Even if the city is dirty, or even if it might be dangerous in some areas or at night. The chaos of this place shakes hands with your inner turmoil, and you suddenly feel at home.

We feel we belong here, maybe because we all have our small parts of disobedience.