I need to stop front loading at every port, it always leaves me really tired for the rest of the stay. I had a lot of fun, though in my mind I exhausted Naples to its full potential. I don't know why this is a major port. Well, good thing the stay isn't long.
Okay, from the top. I woke up just as we were headed into port. We conveniently parked in front of a castle while I ate breakfast and watched. I think that just made for the most epic breakfast ever (in Barcelona, I was done with breakfast before the boat got tied down.)
First big thing I did was head to Pompeii. Like I mentioned, I bought a ticket off a guy who was going to go to the Alps. We had a nice little tour guide for this one, who told us to call her "Moma Nancy." That sounds wrong, I know. Moving on, the ancient city, for being dead and long deserted and all, was dead on itself; don't go if you want to see something move. That said, it was an interesting reflection on the lifestyle of ancient Rome. We got to check out a couple amphitheaters, which I couldn't help but adore, from a singing perspective. I sang Elvis Presley's "It's Now Or Never", since I heard the woman sing "O sole mio" to demonstrate the perfect acoustics of one of the theaters. I liked the attention.
We also walked into some ancient brothels. Moving on.
But the highlight was seeing the bodies, or the plaster of Paris figures made by the holes that bodies left. One of them had bones within it, so we could see the scull and the teeth. Pretty impressive.
For the afternoon, I went on the city orientation. Compared to Barcelona... it was a little lackluster, but still good. The tour guide was great and everything. But what we were able to access wasn't exactly La Segrada Familia. That said, we were able to go into three churches. Each controlled by different orders and built for different purposes, each one had a unique styling and aura. were respectfully quiet, others were awe inspiring, and the third had a wedding and made the girls go gaga. Nice. Also, I saw at least four brides today. Go figure.
Now the night was quite an odd adventure. I decided to tag along with Hang and Brianna, among a bunch of others, who decided to go see a castle a bit away. The walk there wasn't bad, saw the ocean to one side, and looked at restaurants in the area. Unfortunately the structure itself was closed, to our despair. We did take a few funny pictures, I hope they put them up on Facebook or something.
We then decided to check out a pizza place on the other side of town. On the way there, we were attacked with water bottles and rocks from these street soccer dudes. We're okay and not hurt- just confused and offended. They did throw a rock that, with the speed it had, probably would've given someone a concussion, but it didn't hit anyone, thank goodness. We then kept walking.
Then we were in for a long walk, which consisted of arguing about miscellaneous and talking about clothes sales and arguments about what direction we were going. It doesn't help that we didn't have the exact location of this "infamous" Pizzeria de Michele. After walking way past it (and finding the Piazza near where our family stayed last time I was here!), asking for directions a couple times, seeing what looked like the "ghetto" (did I mention Naples is my least favorite Italian city?) and almost taking a couple wrong turns, we finally found it- only for it to have a ridiculously long line about three times the length I've seen for Ben's. And boys, trust me, I've seen ridiculously long lines for Ben's (albeit not with the Pocket).
We then decided to eat at another restaurant just down the road. Most people ordered Margheritas (pizza, not the drink), but I, in some mad ambition, went for the Pizza Forte, topped with marinara, spicy salami, spicy peppers, and green peppers. I was expecting it to burn my tongue off, but in reality, it was kind of mild. I worried I wasn't going to finish, but it turned out to be really thin, as I should expect from Neapolitan pizza. So I vanquished it valiantly like Saint George's Dragon. Peace of cake. And then I ate a quarter of Brianna's margherita.
And now I'm tired, going to try to catch a train to Bologna. I'll catch the bus to the Trenitalia station and find the next train I can. I have no idea what the schedule is, but it doesn't really matter, because tomorrow's meant to be a travel day only. See you soon, Tito Percy!
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