Checked out on Procida

My house is a 15 minute walk from the port of Pozzuoli. Three Ferry lines run from the port to the islands of Procida and Ischia: Caremar, Medmar and Gestur. If I remember my tour of Cuma right, the name "Ischia" means "Monkey Island". But maybe I mis-remember. The cost for a one-way trip is less than 10 euro.

 Eve voted for Procida because the island is smaller, less tourist-y and easier to reach. It also seems (to me, at least) a bit more intimate.
The houses are cluttered together, like a child's bricks spilled out of the box: lovely pastel colors tumbled to the edge of an azure sea.
I brought along a book and a notebook so I could work if there was time for it. But my brain isn't working these days. I can't seem to push myself to think. This brain, which has been the only reliable thing in my life, seems to have checked out. And I can't seem to make myself care.

Maybe it's good to give the noggin a rest. I've been so tired for years.

The island was beautiful. I am glad for beauty.