Incidents of Insomnia in Italy #BlogchatterA2Z

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This post is written for the theme “26 Places, 26 Memories” for the #AtoZChallenge.


Italy invokes thoughts of delicious food, glorious monuments, and fabulous art and fashion. Italy’s Mediterranean coastline is home to pristine beaches surrounded by mountains and picturesque towns; its northern regions produce world-class wines; and the capital city of Rome attracts millions of tourists for its historical offerings.

It had always been my dream to visit Italy, so my husband planned a leisurely honeymoon for us, a few months after marriage. We visited Rome, Naples and drove through the Amalfi coast in June 2014. The trip had many memorable moments- of discovering each other, first fights, crazy partying and lots of romance. However, this memory really stands out.


In Sorrento, a small coastal town, we stayed at an 18th century nobleman’s house converted to a hotel. The ‘Relais Villa Savarese’ had gorgeous interiors, beautiful lemon orchards, a plush pool and an affable hostess (a descendant of the nobleman’s family).

We had been assigned the attic, a large room with a slanting overhead wall, with access to a picturesque terrace. After a long day of sightseeing, we crawled into bed, dog-tired.

At precisely 3 a.m. on the first night, I woke from a deep slumber and saw the door to our room ajar. Quite afraid, I immediately shook my husband awake, to investigate if someone was in our room. When nothing seemed amiss, he closed the door and carefully locked it. He went back to sleep but I couldn’t, no matter how hard I tried.

I checked my phone to pass the time, but the wi-fi had stopped working. The router was on the other side of the room, and I was too afraid to move and check the problem. To make the situation even more spooky, I kept seeing visions of a young boy in our room. I’m not sure if it was a spirit, or my mind playing tricks on me, but the visions refused to go away. I lay awake for two hours, distracting myself with Candy Crush and other games, but I was terrified.

The next morning, the wi-fi was up and running, and we set out for a long day exploring the Amalfi coastline. That night, we returned home very drunk, after enjoying a 5 course, wine-paired Michelin star meal at ‘Il Buco’, and passed out. Despite being in a drunken stupor, I awoke at exactly 3:00 a.m., with the wi-fi gone, and the young boy back in my mind. Thankfully, this time the door wasn’t open. I didn’t want to wake my husband simply to reassure me. I was aware that my fears sounded childish.

We left Sorrento after two nights, and moved to the stunning island of Capri. No matter how exhausted I was, I continued to wake at exactly 3:00 a.m., staying up for around two hours, every night in Italy. By the time I’d resigned myself to being haunted by the boy, at 3:00 a.m. for the rest of my life, I returned to India and my regular peaceful slumber. Perhaps he preferred exquisite Italy to the heat and crowds of Delhi 😉

Come back tomorrow for the letter J and another story!



Enjoying the sceneries and lovely lemon groves in the Amalfi coast, circa 2014

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  1. I am sure you have some past connection with Italy and the boy. Maybe you killed or abandoned him in some past life 😛 .

  2. Indeed spooky. Sometimes it’s just in our head and we start percieving things. Great pics Noor

  3. This used to happen to my husband. He watched a movie ‘Exorcism of Emily Rose’ where the character used to get up exactly at 3.00 in the morning. For few days it happened & he woke up exactly at 3.00. It is surprising to see the same time in your post.

  4. Haha, that was a spooky honeymoon. I wouldn’t have allowed my husband to sleep in such a scary situation. You are brave, Noor. 😉

  5. Ohh.. I am going to italy in october. Now i hope this boy doesn’t haunt me. You are looking gorgeous. And u haven’t changed much since your teenage.

  6. Gorgeous pics. But the story creeped me out. Waking up at 3am every night on honeymoon sounds like a horror Hollywood film (after all setting is in Italy). But you are a master storyteller in adding the Humour quotient at the ends of the tale.

  7. This is Scary…Your waking up at 3 am could also be due to the difference in time zones… it usually takes time to settle into the new time zone… but i don have any explanation of the image of the boy… Enjoyed reading…. 🙂

    1. Thank you! Unfortunately it wasn’t an issue of time zones, because we had already spent an entire week in Italy without waking at odd hours, before this incident!

  8. Very nice description of your experience, i was about to be scared.
    The question is…who that boy was? may be your ex-lover in your past life or may be you were seeing the future.

  9. That is indeed a spooky tale. I would hate to be woken up at 3 AM by the vision of an unknown ghostly looking boy. You know even the White House is supposed to be haunted by Abraham Lincoln’s ghost and quite a few people have had nervous breakdowns in the White House.

  10. Loved the read dear and started imagining ball sorts of explanation for the 3a.m. but Ingurss your body clock hit into that routine buddy. Spooky it was truly!

  11. This is really interesting and scary thing. 3 am is the Satan’s time , I would have been horrifedh and ran away at your place but you are vrve brave

  12. Seems like you had a gr8 time discovering each other and Italy..It has always been in my travel bucket list..hope to visit Italy soon

  13. Can imagine how terrifying that must be! The young boy probably liked to tease foreigners so they could share their stories with their blogger friends, like you did. 😛 😉

  14. I loved you picture. You look beautiful.

    Italy kept you awake for two hours in the night. Some people find it difficult to fall sleep or have un-interrupted sleep in new places.
    Capri must have been a beautiful place. I had read it in geography lesson.

  15. I enjoy cooking Italian food. But would like to try the authentic Italian food in Italy. 😍😋 By the way the door incident was very spooky! 😨

  16. Lovely post. Great title and superb pics. Initially I was thinking of picking Europe as a theme and I thought of I for Italy. 😀
    #ContemplationofaJoker #Jokerophilia

  17. Why do such things happen to you Noor 🙂 Jokes apart, it is very spooky u waking up every night at 3 in Italy and seeing a young boy. U r quite brave if u let ur husband sleep.I would have forced him to stay awake :p

  18. I love reading your post but this one is quiet scary. But the best thing is you survived. I love all the pictures very well captured. Looking forward for your next post

  19. oh my god, this gave me goosebumps. maybe there was some history related to that little boy or maybe it was just a hallucination. Nevertheless, you guys had a fun time I am sure during your vacation.

  20. Hahahaha… Hence, proved! Even spirits can not tolerate the Delhi heat! Loved reading this post! Thank you for sharing your memories with us!

  21. Ohh, this seems quit scary. But still hope you had some good memories also. Although Italy is such an amazing place to explore. Also, your all pictures seems so fun and amazing.

  22. It has happened with me. Once I was out of station in a hotel room and this unknown fear filled my heart. I could not sleep properly during my whole stay. Another great piece from your pen.

  23. That can be scary! It usually happens that it is difficult to fall asleep peacefully in a new country for some people. I too have that difficulty.

  24. An interesting and eerie story of the boy from Sorento.Italy is lovely and one of our favourite countries to visit. We hope to explore more of the countryside of Italy, especially the Amalfi coast.

  25. Gosh, I would have been quite Disturbed.
    But maybe he preferred pizza, pasta, cheese and wine to the Indian curries!

    Byw, I really love the way you write. It’s effortless to read your posts

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