Midnight Pizza & Stone-Cold Stairs: A Solo Traveler’s Epiphany

📍 Cáceres’ Plaza Mayor | 1:17 AM 🍕 HUNGER AS COMPASS Stumbled into the last open door—a tiny pizzeria glowing like a lighthouse. Inside: • One couple ahead → her stiletto heels tap-tap-tap on ancient stones (💔 sympathy pains) • Zero seats left → “Para llevar, por favor” My plan: Feast on the Town Hall steps like Naples ’19. History loves repeat visitors. 📦 THE PIZZA ODYSSEY Stepped into the plaza—chill prickling my arms. • Cafe chairs stacked like sleeping soldiers 💤 • Moonlight silvering 15th-century arches • And then... them: The couple sat on his spread coat, her red heels discarded like fallen roses, sharing a pizza box. Their intimacy felt sacred. I tiptoed away. 🧱 SOLO BANQUET ON THE EDGE Perched on the cold stone edge of adjacent stairs. Opened my box: Monstrous margherita → steam rising toward Orion. First bite: Basil-kissed tang, chewy crust, molten mozzarella river. Almost Naples... but the Spanish stars felt colder. ⏳ GHOSTS OF PIZZAS PAST Flashback to Naples, 2019: • Fried pizza grease staining winter gloves ❄️ • Boys shouting as their soccer ball echoed in dark alleys ⚽️ • That reckless joy of being 24 and unafraid of carbs Tonight? Just me, my shadow, and 12 inches of dough. ✨ THE REALIZATION: "Travel isn’t always fireworks. Sometimes it’s cold stairs, too-big pizzas, and watching love unfold silently in the dark. Cáceres wraps you in stone—and shows you your own reflection." #SoloTravelMagic #CáceresByNight #PizzaPoetry #EchoesOfNaples