The train to Naples was effortless, pretty through the mountains, and the definition of travel civility (complete with wine with our on-train picnic). The Circumvesuviana train to Sorrento, on the other hand, was a 90 minute stop and go cattle car ride, packed elbow to elbow for a lot of it with high school kids -- mostly boys -- roughhousing. Me and my backpack/suitcase full of "stuff" stood for over half of it.
Our apartment here is a lovely little studio in the dead centre of town.
|The view out the window|
|Yours truly in our space. At least one half of it.|
|Maybe not this one|
|Or this one. Yes, it's a road.|
|Not this one either, really|
|Or this one.|
|Certainly not this one|
|At last! Room for busses!|
|Just jump off the 300' cliff|
|Other places to jump|
|Lots of soft sand to land in|
|An OK beach. Not Maui, but OK|
|They could have installed an escalator, but no|
|Too many boats|
|Wo would want to stay here?|
|The main harbour's over thataway|
|"Stuff" on a cart|
|Boats, I think|
|Italians park their boats like they park their cars|
|Fisher dude on crab trap cleaning duty|
|Fisher dudes on net repair duty|
|The pointy end of boats|
|"Wow! I found a quarter!"|
|Boat dude on boat working duty|
|Nearly nap time|
|Mountain goat time|
|Where there are cats there are kittens|
|Mom taking them away|
|You may be a person of interest|
|So might be this plant|
|A face most anyone could love. Shame they grow up.|
|The side of the grove|
Ah, pizza. Not the crap called "pizza" that y'all get in North America (or anywhere else for that matter). No, we are 30 miles from the home of pizza, and they know how to actually make it here. And sell it for €6. Along with a bottle of wine for €8. Awesome stuff.
Tomorrow: the forecast is for rain, but we're going to brave Herculaneum and Pompeii. Heck, if they could survive a volcanic eruption, we can stand a little rain.
They did survive it, didn't they?