Walking through history, tragedy, and memory. What an experience! As we took the Circumvesuviana train out to Pompeii, I just marveled at the beauty of Italy. It's not the quaint rooftops and adorable beauty of Paris or the pure green beauty of Ireland or even the crisp and grand beauty of London; Italy has it's own ancient appeal. The streets are cobbled and uneven, the laundry hangs on every available line, the dirt is thick on walls and in corners, but the people are kind and the history is prevalent, the olive trees are everywhere, the landscape is mountainous, and the colors are inviting. Safe to say, I love Italy!
During our trek through Pompeii, Emily, Aubrey, and I definitely spiced it up with our running commentary which I WISH was recorded. By the end, we had our homes/plots of turmoil picked out and a valid explanation as to why we would choose that place. Whether it be the neighbors, the ideal location for running from exploding volcanoes, the road quality, the air-iness of the (delapitated) house, or the perfect place to get away from the crowds- we had it thought out.
Unfortunately, we didn't buy the audioguide so we didn't get a map, therefore we did not know/see where the casks were (the dead people). We did see some creepy sculptures that must have survived. And some cool arenas that would be ideal places for a FlixOnTheBricks kind of thing.
And then we enjoyed some delicious frozen lemonade where a cat came and jumped into my lap and continued to fall asleep. Not a bad finish!
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