Once upon a time ……

…… there was a tiny weeny ickle itty- bitty island

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Her name was Procida

It was so petite that all the other islands laughed at her�

She didnt care. The truth was she was little but really pretty�

Her name means laying in the sea. She may have been a marmaid : who knows!

She had 3 ports:

Marina Grande

Chiaiolella

And Corricella

A bridge linked Procida with an en even smaller inslet ������� � Vivara

A natural riserve the kings of Naples had established centuries ago

• There was an old prison the Spanish had built long time ago

At the top of her there was Terra Murata : a citadel many pirates had tried to seize

But all around there were strong walls

And Saint Michael who had chased them off with his blazing sword

Her streets were small and narrow but smelled of lemons and figs

There were beaches and �rocks

There was the countryside with its orchards and gardens

But especially……There was the sea with its fishermen and fishing boats

And big celebration for nearly everything

The wine

and the sea

The sorrow �and the beauty

But most importantly there was a school , the Institute Capraro

With Nursery children small like little rabbits

Primary school children like happy fish

And young lively dolphins in the Junior school

Off to school from Monday to Friday, from 3 to 14 years old

Learning languages and computers

Singing

and playing sports

Esploring around

And having fun

Who can be luckier?

But the best thing about Procida is that

Despite being small she still has room for everyone who wants to come

What are you waiting for? Hurry up!