The day we docked in Naples, Jennifer and I decided to be brave. Instead of following my family (including my Italian-fluent father) on an air-conditioned bus tour, we decided to walk from the boat to the train station, and find Pompeii ourselves. After all, I had two whole basic Italian university courses under my belt. We were sure of ourselves.
"We got this."
And don't get me wrong, we survived. We got to where we wanted to go. We definitely fared better than others on our cruise (a story I will share at the end), and we even got a pizza.
But it's really easy to not be intimidated when you're standing on a ship, looking over a city and feeling adventurous and invincible.
|This large city will surely be a cinch to navigate alone!|
What I'm saying is, we were off to a good start.
And here's the thing: the journey from the ship to the train station was so strenuous and nerve wrecking, that what you see up there is one of the only pictures I have of Naples. The only thing I did was check the map, check the streets, pray they were actually matching up, and run into every third store saying "Dov'è... il stazione... treno?" only to have them awkwardly point in the direction we were already heading. This wouldn't have been so bad, if Jennifer hadn't developed a deep, gripping fear that we were going to get lost and miss the ship (and/or die). And from her fear, I developed an angry determination to prove her wrong. I had university basic Italian dammit! We were going to be fine.
Eventually we made it to the train station, which was almost as large and intimidating as Naples itself. But we made it to a train, and even found more tourists who were on the way to Pompeii as well. Between the four of us, we managed to get the right stop; and the company even made the jam-packed, certainly-not-air-conditioned ride close to bearable.
Pompeii itself was indescribable. It was far larger than I ever understood and it was humbling to see how one's world could come to an end so quickly.
They had limestone in the streets, to reflect the moon at night.
They had beautiful architecture and intricate designs.
They had whore houses.
But among the beauty, there was no forgetting the tragedy that buried Pompeii in the first place.
There is just no way to make light of seeing something like this. Someone praying for their life, or a pregnant woman cowering on the floor.
To make things lighter again, here's a funny thing: we ran into the rest of my family while in Pompeii, and so even though we got there in different ways, we all got to walk through an ancient whore house together.
|Family friendly entertainment!|
(Not everyone pictured here is my family. But almost everyone is.)
(Side note: I sent this to my friend Lisa [who has an amazing blog that you all should check out] to read, and she pointed out that she would have liked more story. Okay, Lisa. Thanks for the input, Lisa. The only problem is, there really is no more. Jennifer and I walked, during which nothing happened; then rode the train, during which nothing happened; found Pompeii, which was amazing will probably be elaborated on one day [I love the story and will probably write a historical romance about it]; rode the train home; and walked straight back to the boat [after pizza]. Our entire day's goal was Pompeii, and it was frustration and grim determination that led us there, and only there. So Lisa, I'm sorry I don't have more story for you. I'm sorry I didn't think, while lost in Italy, that being lost in Italy would make a great blog post. I'm sorry I focused on the map and on the goal of us not dying or being left behind in Italy instead of finding ways to get more lost just so I could blog about it. You'll just have to accept it and move on.)
(Side side note: I'm not actually mad at Lisa. I just can't give her what she wants right now. There's literally no more story. I'm sorry, Lisa.)
Jennifer and I had a pretty taxing day emotionally, but later that night we learned that we were not the worst off by far. We heard about (and eventually met) a man who tried to buy an ipad from a street vendor. They had seen the ipad, tested it, and watched him bag it. Then the vendor said "oh, I almost forgot your headphones!" and had his hand in the bag once more before sending him off. The vendor soon disappeared (no evil cackle confirmations) and when the man checked his bag, he found a piece of slate and nothing more.
So if you take nothing else from this collection of stories and pictures (other than the free Italian lesson I gave you earlier - now you can say "Where is the train station?" in rough and possibly incorrect Italian! You're welcome.), remember this: street vendors are not your friend!
To add insult to injury, the man's sunglasses were also stolen while he was having lunch.
Next in my Europe series, I will give further details and pictures on the amazing cruise ship we traveled on and how we enjoyed the two days spent completely at sea. Then on to Mykonos!