In any case, after Rome, we took the train to Naples and then on to Sorrento. It was a beautiful ride, right along the coast past the incredibly impressive Mt. Vesuvius. Will was practically dancing in his seat with excitement: "Is it going to blow up, Mom, is it? It erupted last in 1944. It could happen again, right?" Thankfully, that didn't happen.
Sorrento was darling:
It also had spectacular views of the sea:
And great walls to climb:
And delicious watermelon served in slices as big as a kid's head:
We wasted no time in hopping on a boat to the Isle of Capri, about a 20-minute ride away:
From the boat, we had a great view of Mt. Vesuvius:
Which means that, naturally, Will had to goof off so the pictures wouldn't turn out too perfect:
Still, I managed to snap a few good photos of the kids:
This sign on the dock cracked me up. Really, you have to tell people not to do this?
The next day we set off for Pompeii. Will was so excited he could hardly stand it. Here are the kids at the Pompeii train station.
Pompeii itself was huge, absolutely enormous, and in retrospect I wish we'd booked a guided tour. It would've saved a lot of frustration and aimless wandering in the blazing heat. Still, we managed to see a enough and everyone had a good time.
Here are some of the ruins with Vesuvius in the background.
One of the more impressive statues:
One of Pompeii's many dogs:
Did I mention Will was ecstatic to be here:
Here he is on the pedestrian "crosswalks." People would step on these stones to cross the street, thus avoiding the muck that ran down the roads.
Unfortunately, Will managed to fall off one of the stepping stones and land in the aforementioned muck:
I'm sure it would've been much worse in Roman times.
Here's a cast of one of the bodies excavated at the site. There were dozens of these around. Creepy!
Will in the bakery in front of an oven:
And that it was scorchingly hot that day?
That night, back in Sorrento, we had dinner at an outdoor cafe and were treated to a concert by a roaming group of musicians playing -- what else? -- famous Italian songs such as Volare and that one about the moon hitting your eyes like a big pizza pie. What's it called?? I can't remember.... Just when I thought it couldn't get any more stereotypically Italian, an adorable elderly couple passing by stopped to dance in the streets. They were promptly chased off by the restaurant owner but returned a few minutes later to dance, with the owner's permission, apparently.
A lovely way to end our stay in Sorrento...