Monday, March 3rd
The day started with an hour long metro journey to the airport. We had to negotiate a couple of flights of stairs along the way, but that was okay. This time we were travelling light—no big suitcases. There were masses of people at Barajas airport and at first the security check area looked like chaos. But it turned out that the lines were moving amazingly fast. The only hard part was that Barajas Terminal 4 is one of those places that is primarily a shopping mall and only incidentally an airport.
It was a two-hour flight to Naples, time enough for a very good meal. As our plane descended, we got a pretty view of the Bay of Naples. Everything went smoothly at the airport and pretty soon we were out in the sunshine trying to figure out where to catch the shuttle to the rental cars. We’d been following signs, but the signs had pretered out. We found the shuttle anyway, and twenty minutes later we were behind the wheel of an MG, the first Chinese car we had ever been in. For those of a certain age, the MG part might sound strange, but we assure you it’s true. In Europe and Asia MG is a major car brand. MG’s are produced in China by a company called SAIC. They make sedans and SUV’s instad of little convertibles, but they do legally own the MG trademark.
The moment we pulled out of the rental car lot was the point at which our Italian adventure really began. With M driving and E helping Siri navigate, we had to get ourselves out of Naples and onto the autopista, then drive thirty or so miles to the city of Pompei and find our hotel. We didn’t do it the easy way because of course we missed an important early turn. And of course driving in Italy is…a little different. We recognized it though; it was like driving in Cyprus, except just a little easier because at least in Italy they drive on the right. So the actual driving part wasn’t bad. Navigating was harder. Siri was generally okay, but not always precise. E quickly learned how to make up for those shortcomings and whaddya know, after a while there we were in front of our hotel, right across the street from the Pompei Archaeological Park. But now what? We knew that the hotel offered free parking, but there was no indication of where that might be. This being Italy, we stopped in a No Parking zone and E went into the hotel to ask. Turns out, you had to go around to a little side street, stop at a locked gate and push a button. We did that and after a moment the gate started to slide open. As M maneuvered the MG through the opening, we saw that we were entering a very lovely combination car park and people park. The first thing we noticed was a huge lemon tree bearing equally huge lemons. We thought they were grapefruit—but they weren’t. Anyway…whew. Long day. And prettiest parking lot we’ve ever seen.
Turesday, March 4th
This was the big day! We’d booked a tour with an archeologist guide that started at 10:00. We met our group at a place called Porta Marina, which, back in 79 AD, was one of the main gates into the city of old Pompei. Old Pompei was a port city, and the Porta Marina was very close to the docks. Before we walked up through the gate we were in fact standing directly above where the old docks had been. The eruption threw out so much debris that the old docks were now thirty feet below us and the sea was more than a mile away.
The Pompei Archeological Park is a big place and our guided tour covered only a part of it, but there was plenty to see.
We also saw a number of surviving mosaic floors and frescoed walls.
These photos may not show it, but in fact there were tourists everywhere in the park. The photo below was taken at what seemed to be the most popular attraction of all. It was, of course, an ancient brothel. The photo shows one of the rooms. In the tavern part of the establishment, which was just across a very narrow street, archeologists have been able to read the posted price list. Glass of wine: 1 coin. Glass of really good Falernian wine: 4 coins. Prostitute: 2 coins.
And speaking of sex, penises were everywhere in old Pompei. They symbolized fertility, growth and prosperity, so having a phallus displayed was thought to ensure the success of a business. Below is an example. It appears on the outside wall of some kind of shop, just above the name of the business.
Of course, no good luck charm is infalible, and 79 AD was a really bad year…
And finally, in this picture taken from the window of our hotel breakfast room, we see a tranquil view of Vesuvius, the mountain that caused it all.
Wednesday, March 5th
You might think that Vesuvius would be satisfied with burying one city under thousands of tons of debris. But no. During the two-day eruption, the wind direction varied. At some point the wind blew north toward the city of Herculaneum. So that town too was buried, and hundreds of people died there as well. Only a small area of Herculaneum has been uncovered, but we heard that the ruins there were in somewhat better condition than the ones in Pompei. So, after breakfast we packed a lunch, fired up the MG, and set out to see if we could find them. Eventually, after a certain amount of trial and error, we did.
There is a nice little park in the middle of the Herculaneum ruins. It has Mediterranean pines, olive trees, pomegranate trees, and a flower or two. There is also a little glass booth full of books and magazines and, best of all, a big rack of lounge chairs for anyone who feels like resting for a while.
And if you don’t want to read—maybe because most of the reading material is in Italian—you can just lie back and enjoy the view upward.
Thursday, March 6th
Since 79 AD, there have been more than two dozen further eruptions on Vesuvius. These have been relatively small, but still have caused many fatalities. A major eruption today would be catastrophic. Three million people live near Vesuvius, making it the most potentially life threatening volcano in the world.
Today we went to see the top of the mountain. A small tour bus took us most of the way; we hiked the last mile.
Our flight back to Spain was going to leave very early the next morning. So at the end of the day we drove to back to Naples and checked into a hotel near the airport, saying goodbye to the MG in the process.
Friday, March 7th
The Naples airport is old and a little cramped, not much fun at 5:00 in the morning. But it did its job and we were in the air by 6:30. We were on the ground in Madrid by 9:00 and back into our little apartamento by 10:00. We did some grocery shopping and some laundry and in the evening made ourselves a non-Italian dinner of tuna sandwiches and gazpacho. The food in Pompei was fine, but it was also tourist town Italian, with masses of cheese and carbs. We needed a break.
Saturday, March 8th
We did some miscellaneous errands today: pharmacy, grocery shopping for what we forgot yesterday, and some general searching for this and that.
We ate dinner at home again, still trying to keep it simple: garbanzos and rice with a few spoons of homemade chutney. This was followed by a chocolate or two from a Madrid shop call La Mallorquina. Couldn’t stay away from that.
Sunday, March 9th
We met L and daughter S for lunch today. They were in the neighborhood visiting the archeological museum, so meeting up was easy. We ate at a nearby restaurant and then invited them back to our place for tea. E had been dying to do this and it was fun. It was also nice to get to know S a little better, especially since she showed us how to get more channels on our TV.
Monday, March 10th
¡Chocolate con churros in la Chocolateria San Ginés! Nos sentamos en la sala principal al lado de una foto de Tina Turner.