I
nearly forgot what day it was. I had to look back at the previous entry. I woke
up at 6:15a, got dressed and headed to the Circumvesuviana station. That hike
up Via Libertá is a killer. Especially when your legs are already sore. About
half way up I spied a coffee place and got a cappuccino. Well, actually I asked
for an espresso and the man insisted I have a cappuccino. I didn’t argue. It
cost a €1.20 and was very good. Then up just before you turn to go to the
station I saw a little whole-in-the-wall [sic] fruit seller. I got two bananas
this morning and ate both of them and also took a Naproxen.
On
the way out of the station at Pompei I saw a cute shirt I wanted. It was €20
and I told the lady I would come back and buy it in the afternoon.
Oh,
and while on the train, it is the kind where the seats face each other, and I
sat down because I was tired of being on my feet. This guy sits across from me
and I think he was purposely touching my knees with his. I kept pulling away
until I couldn’t squeeze against the wall any more, and he kept spreading out!
Anyway,
after I looked at the shirt, I started walking. It seems they use only the new
station now. When V. and I traveled three years ago, we arrived at Pompei’s new
town and had to walk a ways to the entrance. This new station is right across
from one of the entrances [It’s not a “new” station, it was just a different
way to go]. I however, walked all the way to the one nearer the new town
because I wanted to see if the Burger King where we had eaten was still there.
It was, however, I saw a “Wild West Steak House,” I made plans to check it
out.
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| The Circumvesuviana Stop for the Ruins of Pompei |
I
walked across the street to the gate and peeked through. Two dogs were playing
near a lady who worked at the site. Another dog came up to where I was
standing, outside the gate, and lay down. I was about 15 minutes early, they
open at 8:30a. So, I waited. Finally, right on the dot, the lady came towards
the gate. The two dogs on the inside were following her gleefully. The dog on
my side of the gate started wagging it’s tail.
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| The Dogs of Pompei |
One
of the dogs came up to me and put his nose through the bars. I let it sniff my
hand and the lady said something in Italian, to which I said “no capsico” and she mimed biting. I don’t think that the dog
would have bitten me, but I withdrew my hand.
I
told her that I had seven dogs at home, well actually I told her six because I
suck at counting in Italian. I pointed to my chest and said “sei cani in
America” and she was like “wow” but not in so many words. She told me they had
seven or eight stray dogs at Pompei. The Italians love dogs or they would have
had them removed. I thought they were all people friendly, of course, some
people are assholes and would provoke them so it’s best to say just don’t
touch them. Also, the dogs all looked healthy and a couple were a bit
plump.
Two
of them did get into a posturing match when this other lady went to mark my
ticket. Mind you, I was the only one there at this hour, she kept telling them
“Basta! Basta!” which I knew what that means from Jan. It means “enough”, but
harshly. A man sweeping nearby pounded his broom on the ground and they both
bolted. Silly dogs.
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| Pet me! |
Once
in the site, I went to the amphitheater first. The walkway to it was new too I
think because I don’t remember being able to go that way. I actually did not
see the amphitheater last time. I had the place to myself for a good thirty
minutes. I had walked a bit before I saw another tourist.
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| Pompei |
Of
course the site is so big that, with the exception of the Forum area, and the
occasional obnoxious school tour group, you often can have a building to
yourself if you wait a few minutes.
I
also saw some buildings that I hadn’t seen before. I took lots of good
pictures. I filled up my 4GB memory card. Good thing I have two bigger ones!
Oh!
And the highlight of today was, near the end of the time at Pompei, when I was
working my way toward the exit because I was hungry, I saw a tour group coming
down a road that only goes so far before it ends at a gate. I started up the
road, and there was an open house at the top. I saw a guard disappear inside. I
went in, and it seems now that he was probably checking to make sure that no
one had stayed behind, because he told me that the house was closed. I said I
was sorry and turned to leave. There were about four other people who had
followed me up the road. He then said, ‘oh, you can see it, quickly.’
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| A guard let us into a closed house - the frescoes were amazing |
So I got
to see a house that usually isn’t open to the public. And what was really cool
were these frescoes of wild animals in the garden. We took a few minutes and
then the guard came and told us we had to go. I followed him and on the way out
thanked him profusely and told him it was amazing.
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| The garden |
Unfortunately
my favorite garden in the place was closed for restoration.
After
I left I went and had lunch. I stopped in the “Wild West Steak House” and asked
the girl if they had an English menu and she gave me one. She was very nice.
I
had a pork shoulder for lunch! It came with potatoes, that I really couldn’t
eat after all that meat. It was only €10. Plus €2.50 for water and service. I
had meant to leave her a little extra, but then forgot unfortunately.
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| Pork and Potatoes |
After
I ate, I took the train to Sorrento. It was worth the train ride. There doesn’t
appear to be much to do there, but it is pleasant. I walked down to the port.
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| Sorrento |
I
tripped going up some steps, for the second(!) time today. My feet are just
tired and I keep looking at amazing things so I’m not looking where I’m
stepping. On my part though, the step I tripped on was taller than the previous
ones, so my toe caught it. Luckily I wasn’t hurt and I didn’t break the camera.
I need to be more careful. The first time I tripped today was at Pompei. The
paving stones in one house were uneven. I was gawking at the walls and missed
the unevenness. That one hurt, my thighs, because I caught myself and went down
slowly as if I were going to purposely kneel. However my legs were already very
sore from all the walking.
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| Pompei: The paving stones were uneven and I tripped |
I
called Jan to let her know that my phone was dying and that I was going to turn
it off and I wouldn’t be able to plug it in until I got back to the hostel. I
was so jetlagged that I hadn’t noticed the PIN to the SIM card was David’s
birthday. [redacted] LOL! I fixed the phone though so I won’t have to type it in. If
you get it wrong three times, I think the SIM card is useless then.
Jan
told me that Andy and Sammy miss me a lot. Andy is apparently a wreck and Sammy
has been sitting out on the front porch staring at my car. I started crying
(and I’m tearing up now!) She told me not to cry that they would be okay, and
that Sammy was getting enough treats to make him a fatty dog.
This
entry is huge! I just had so much fun today. On the way out of Sorrento I got
gelato, kiwi flavored and white chocolate flavored. Yum!
I
took a stroll after I sent Jan an email, and actually found a butcher’s shop.
It’s up the alley that the hostel is on. If I have a difficult time finding
something to eat tomorrow I will go there and get some mortadella.
I
am going to the National Archaeology Museum in Naples tomorrow, and maybe
Oplontis. So far, knock on wood, I have the room to myself. There were five
girls in a group in here last night, two of them were sick with a cold (suck a
zinc!) and the others, one sounded like an older woman, was rude when she came
in. If someone is in bed, you try to keep it down. Also, the girls didn’t offer
to turn off the room light for me, since I was trying to sleep. Each bed has
it’s own light (and fan!) I do love this hostel, despite its flaws (like
nowhere to dress except in the open in the showers, and nowhere to hang your
toiletries).
