SoIt (think SoCal but the Italy version) is the land of blue water, ruins, and bed bugs. I know you’re all dying to hear why, but real quick let me talk about the Jewish Ghetto.
If we reference back a few weeks to the naïve, American tourist days of my life, we will recall a story of my friends and I venturing to the Jewish Ghetto and getting tricked into paying 10 euro for three pieces of gnocchi; not a high point in my career. I vowed never to eat in the area again. Today though, Katie and I conquered our fears. We got up, marched right over to that Jewish Ghetto for lunch, and went into an amazing looking burger place we had scoped out previously. I got a veggie burger with barbecue sauce and guacamole and the Jewish Ghetto and I have officially made peace. My mouth is watering just thinking about it. Okay, so SoIt…
On Tuesday we started the day early, leaving the hotel at 7 and making our way to Herculaneum. Herculaneum would have been cooler if it wasn’t raining the whole time. We saw enough houses and shops to be able to recreate the scene on Sims, and the coolest part was seeing a bunch of uncovered skeletons still just hanging out in the dirt. It was eerie, probably due mostly in part to the rain.
We got back on the bus just after noon to head over to the ruins of Pompeii, which was absolutely incredible. We saw a couple of theaters that were still in well enough shape that we could climb all over them, and a few different temples as well. For lunch they forced us to eat in the walls of the ruins (literally equivalent to seeing a ton of good food on the streets of Chicago but being forced to eat the candy in the Sears Tower gift shop) but we were so excited to walk around the area we didn’t mind the below par paninis. My favorite part was seeing the Villa of Mysteries. It was a bit of a hike away from the main forum and temples, but well worth it. The colors were vibrant and bright, and the art was some of the best preserved. Unfortunately the guards kicked us out at ten minutes after closing time (literally had to kick us out) and we got back on the bus to go to the hotel for the night.
Our hotel in Pompei was like the Albergo del Sole’s well-dressed, rich aunt. There was a slight resemblance to our familiar homey hotel, but the colors were all strait from the pastel pallet, the stairs spiraled around like you would imagine in a castle, and employees were constantly giving us free apples and hard candies. We ate our first dinner there, a five course meal of bruschetta, pasta with vegetables, salad, fish and potatoes, and tiramisu and passed out straight away from a combination of food coma and exhaustion.
The next day we made our way down the Amalfi drive, stopping for the day about half way at the coast near the Cathedral of Amalfi. Everything about the town was perfect. People were lying out on the beach, even in November, and the whole vibe made it feel like we were on a summer time trip. We toured through the Cathedral and made our way around the roads and beaches. Amalfi apparently is known for having amazing limoncello, so we stopped into a cute store in the town that specialized in limoncello products. So was the store limited solely to the limoncello drink? Absolutely not. We could buy limoncello soap, limoncello cups, limoncello candles, you name it. Anything limoncello you could dream of. The owner kept feeding us different limoncello based chocolates he sold, and honestly I probably ate more chocolate than I actually bought in the store. The best were the malted milk balls filled inside with liquid limoncello. Literally never going to be able to find those anywhere else.
Thursday we hit up Paestum (I’m trying to make it sound more fun than it was) and meandered once more through a museum of paintings and sculptures and pots. The better half of the day was when we went to walk around the ruins; fresh air is a lifesaver. Paestum was very different from the other places we had been because there were no gates and ropes and we could climb all over the place. We took a whole photo-shoots worth of pictures on top of random rocks. I’ve also been doing this thing where I throw up peace signs excessively because I associate them with America I guess. So there’s a lot of that.
On Friday we spent the day in Capri! We took the boat out to the island early in the morning and immediately fell in love with the clear blue water. Literally blue like a Crayola crayon color. We took a personal boat tour around the island, stopping to see different grottos along the way and then stopped at the blue grotto to go inside. The trip into the blue grotto wasn’t what I was expecting at all. They transferred us from our big boat into three person row boats and had us lie down on top of each other sardine style. Then as we approached the enterence, the rower grabbed on to a chain attached to the inside, layed on top of our already human sandwich, and pulled us through in the break of the waves. The inside was lit up electric blue and was so different from anything I’ve ever seen. Video to come though of us all screaming as we go into the grotto and the rower telling us to stop screaming and look at the water. It’s priceless. We hiked up from the sea to the town of Capri, which was filled with high end shops but had a great view. We then decided we had had enough hiking for the day and took the bus farther up the mountain to Anacapri, which is more of a touristy area. We wandered into the first sandal shop we saw, since Capri is known for their handmade sandals, to see what all the fuss was about. There were more shoes than in Beyoncé’s closet and the owner was so nice, talking to us about his business and making the shoes.
The day was done, and the day was perfect. But wait. There’s more. Tired, seasick, and exhausted, we poured into the hotel at 7 for dinner ready to just cut our losses on the food and go to bed. I remember thinking, “I would choose sleep over any dinner in the world right now, except gnocchi”. So we’re sitting down, sleeping on our bread plates, downing our caprese appetizers like quick next course before I pass out, and the waiter comes out with big hot steaming plates of GNOCCHI! Cheers erupted from the tables, kid you not. I think I cried a tear of happiness. It was the best ending to the best day, and also I might have a gnocchi addiction when I return to the States.
Saturday rolled around and we were off to Naples. Naples is exactly how I imagined it; smelly and full of trash. It’s not Naples, Florida by any means. But they have a good archaeological museum and the restaurant from Eat, Pray, Love is there somewhere so clearly a trip destination. The museum was full of familiar statues and art, but after a solid five hours we were ready for lunch. We didn’t have enough time for the restaurant (bummer) but Naples is apparently known for their pizza sauce so we stopped to get pizza elsewhere and it was great. I would have eaten 11 if I had had the capacity for it. We left Naples after that to go to the ever exciting cave of the Sybil in Cuma, which is from the story of Aeneid in mythology. It was literally one long passageway to nothing, a bird was stuck in the cave flying around wildly which was entertaining, and then the archaeology professor told us all that there’s no way it was ever used as a cave. So there was that. Dreams crushed. Sorry Aeneas.
And with that we’re back at the Albergo. It was super sad leaving the Hotel Amleto, that was, it was sad until I looked down at my legs and realized they were covered in bed bug bites. Actually covered. I kept looking; bed bug bites on my shoulders, bed bug bites on my back, bed bug bites on my neck and chin, bed bug bites on my hands and feet, bed bug bite in the middle of my stomach. It was a mess. Luckily, my inner camp counselor took control of the situation (the most useful job in this world, I swear). The ordeal is fine for now, but I’ll actually let you know if I still look diseased in a couple of weeks. On a side note, our room also suffocates people in the scent of rubbing alcohol now since that apparently kills eggs.
The cowcat is fine incase anyone was wondering. Last night Katie and the cowcat and I all watched a movie together, but actually the only reason the cowcat was invited was because he took my chair and is too large to be moved. We’re working on a compromise for the future. Peace and love, I need to go look up foods to eat in Paris next weekend. Ciao ❤