Home bound

We slept in a bit yesterday because we were up til the wee hours of the morning on Friday (well, Saturday actually). We still can't fathom why the night club was so dead on a Friday, considering how many people are on the streets during the day. Come to think of it though, the average age is older than we are, so I guess it's too late for those old fogies ha ha. Now, the huge task of re-packing everything! We decided that we would put all of our clothes in the new suitcase and check it, and use our carry-on bags to put our purchases in; we don't want things to go missing. That would be heart breaking. My Mom's friend just came back from Italy, and the lady at the check-in counter wouldn't allow her carry-on baggage onboard, so she had to check it. Maybe it was too heavy. When she arrived home, her camera and Italian scarves were missing. How maddening, especially since she couldn't do anything about it after the fact. All her pictures were gone - so sad. That would make me steaming mad. We are taking precautions so that doesn't happen to us. Yesterday we had a relaxing day just leisurely walking around Sorrento, buying last-minute souvenirs. It is a rainy/sunny/rainy type of day, and I bought a really cute umbrella - one that doesn't fall apart as soon as I open it. I should have bought it days ago. They never get the weather forecast right here, but it has always been wrong in a good way for us. We caught the bus to the airport at 4:30, but we arrived at 3:50 because we wanted to get a seat on the bus. We have seen how crowded buses are here and we don't want to stand for an hour and a half to Naples. We got a seat about half way back, so we had a good view; not that it mattered anyway because I was blogging and Arrigo was sleeping. By the time we got on the plane to Frankfurt, we were awake for about 22 hours, with a few catnaps here and there. Now that we are actually on our way home, we are looking forward to getting home - me, so I can start a regular regime of exercise and losing weight from all the good Italian food. I guess that's what holidays are all about though. Arrigo is excited to see his kids and get back into his routine too - with one exception - we aren't looking forward to going to work. We arrived at the airport in plenty of time to make our flight - only 12 hours to go. That was the longest night of my life - in an airport with no services or comfortable bed. We had nothing but time on our hands so I went for a stroll around the airport, and came across a sign. Soooooo, I know why my Mom's friend had to check her luggage. Lufthansa's weight limit for carry-on luggage is only 8 kilograms and you aren't allowed anything else except your purse in the cabin. I suspect she had to do the same thing as us, but maybe she didn't have her suitcase locked. What a rip off. Eight kilograms is so light. What's going to happen if the luggage weighs 25 pounds like Air Canada's limit? Will the plane fall from the sky, or is it just that the bag handlers are wimps, or are they trying to save on fuel.p? Hmmmm. I better lose weight fast or we're going down. We were moving our luggage back and forth a few times to get the right weight, and we decided to use my luggage as carry on. We got it down to 8.2 kilos. Now we have to use the totally wimpy, pickable lock that came with my new suitcase and likely pay a fee because our large suitcase is now over weight. This is how Lufthansa makes its extra money. It's a great racket. I've heard stories about Air Canada nickel and diming a person, but Lufthansa is far worse. I hope a store opens so we can buy a good lock for Arrigo's suitcase. No need... there's a baggage wrap machine over there. We paid € 18.80 to have a man wrap two of our suitcases with a thick Saran-wrap so no one could break into Arrigjo's suitcase. We checked in at the Lufthansa desk and our big suitcase was two kilos too heavy. He was going to charge us € 100. Was I right in saying this is a racket. Off came the Saran Wrap and we transferred two kilos to my purse. It also turns out that my carry-on bag wasn't even weighed. If we knew that, we wouldn't have had to go through that entire exercise. Sheesh! When we finally got on the plane, we were jam packed in. Three hours later, we arrived in Frankfurt. Brrrr! I can see my breath. We had to be transferred to the terminal by bus. Not too often am I on a vehicle with a plane taxiing right beside us. It's a picture right out of some comedy. I guess Lufthansa's planes are too small to park in the big planes' parking spot. This airport is HUGE. Where do we go? How do we get there? We eventually made our way to the customs area, and there was a very long line up? They sure didn't give us much time to transfer to our next plane. Finally, we're through. I can't wait to get on the plane. I just looked out the window and we are flying over somewhere cold, because it looks like there are icebergs down there. Next stop - Calgary. It'll be nice to get back in Canada. Our flight to Edmonton has been changed because we were delayed in Frankfurt by 45 minutes. We are in the plane to Edmonton now - a prop plane. I can't hear my keyboard clicks because the plane is so noisy, but we'll be home in half an hour. We have now completed our journey, and we have had a fantastic three and a half weeks in Italy. We saw everything we wanted to see, did everything we wanted to do, and are ready to plan our next vacation - Cuba anyone, with a non-stop flight? Ciao for now.

Stairs, stairs, and more stairs

Italians don't stay healthy by drinking red wine... they stay healthy by climbing lots of stairs. Step one of the day - catch the bus; second step - be patient on the bus; third step - stay patient on the bus. First, there were students protesting something, and they were blocking the main intersection. We got past that, but now it appears the traffic lights aren't working because something is slowing us down. Finally, now we're moving. Ah! Air movement. We were hoping to get on right side of the bus, so we could experience the hair raising, death defying cliff-drop views, but we ended up at the back of the bus, and I think we lucked out because we can see the great views of where we've been. First stop was Positano. I heard someone say that there are 1,700 stairs to get down to the town. I thought that was an exaggeration, but now I think that perhaps that 1,700 was correct; I lost track after 387 and we were only a quarter way up. The good news though - the stairs aren't all in one big stair case; they are clustered into several stair cases all over the place. Going down wasn't too bad, but coming up was a bit more tiring. Positano is a charming town on the coast with great shops with way overpriced everything. There is no wasted space in Italy, and the smallest shop, whether it be a restaurant, dress shop, or bakery may be built into the cliffs. It is the coolest little town. Since things are way over priced, any last-minute shopping we do will be in Sorrento on our last day, which is tomorrow. On with our day tomorrow...I don't want to think about leaving this beautiful country, but I am looking forward to coming home. After our brief stay in Positano, we got on the bus to Amalfi. Another ride with beautiful views. The town of Amalfi is even more charming than Positano. Narrow streets abuzz with life, but not crowded like the big cities like Rome or Florence. We really like these small towns; they are so beautiful. The best part of Amalfi - not so many stairs! The streets are very narrow and there are a lot of curves and hair pin turns along the coast, and when buses pass each other, there is literally what seems to be an inch between them. It's quite amazing to watch. I am always sure that the mirrors are going to collide. Once, on our way back to Sorrento, two buses had to stop and a motorcycle just scooted in front of one of the buses - they get in where ever they can. When we finally arrived in Sorrento, we wanted to go out for a nice dinner, but on our way we thought we might go into the "Woodworks" store, but we thought we better get rid of our backpacks first, so we went to change. I don't know what kind of wood the furniture is made of, but we suspect it is chestnut. There were tables that cost € $25,000 - that's about $35,000 CAN for a table, but it would be a nice table... BUT, does that include shipping ha ha! There were beautiful music boxes for € $3,500, but they were beautiful music boxes, and I'm not even a music box kind of gal. Now do you understand why we changed our backpacks...we didn't want to accidentally knock something down by turning the wrong way. If we did, that would be a pricey accident. Since I am known as a bull in a china shop, I'm sure it would be me saying "Arrigo, can you please give me some money to pay for this broken elephant!" Yesterday Alfonso invited us to his piece of paradise on his boat, and although today wasn't quite as warm and sunny, it is still pretty beautiful, and I'd love to call this our paradise. Gotta go now. We're on our way out to the discotheque at the end of the street. We are in the mood for some dancing. We have to spend our last night in Sorrento in style. The discotheque, Fauna Notte Club Discotheque, is way different than night clubs in Edmonton. They are classy. This night club had nice couches around the dance floor, the bar staff brought our drinks to us, good lighting, dry-ice effect on the dance floor, and the bar was marble. We went to the club at around 12:15 and asked the bartender when things would start getting busy. One o'clock he said. It was getting very close to 1:00, but hardly anyone was coming downstairs. Whaat! It's Friday night. There were only three or four people dancing, and that included us, along with a couple of scantily-clad women. They were putting on a show, so needless to say, no one was on the dance floor - can't compete with that. The music is a bit different too, in that the DJ only played a partial song before he started playing the next song. We danced to Moves Like Jagger, but he cut out Christina Aguilera's part. Okay, it's getting late - time to go. It's now 3:35 am and my eyes are very heavy. Arrigo is checking out the NFL scores - he's a die hard. Next time I'll be able to blog, I will be in the Naples airport tomorrow (that is if there is WiFi there) and I'll tell you all about our last day in Italy. The next destination - Frankfurt.

Pompeii and Mount Vesuvius

Today we go to Pompeii. The train ride is about half an hour. Pompeii, founded in 600 B.C., was a thriving city of 20,000 until it was stopped in its tracks on August 24 A.D. 79, when Mount Vesuvius erupted. The city was buried under 30 feet of volcanic ash. Pompeii offers the best look anywhere at what life in Rome must have been like around 2,000 years ago. Then, in 1599, Pompeii was accidentally rediscovered. For the archaeologists who excavated it centuries later, it was a windfall, teaching them volumes about daily Roman life. Excavations started in 1748. Although the roofs collapsed from the weight of the ash, the walls remained intact. It was interesting to see architecture from Roman times. There were fast-food joints, bakeries, and a brothel. There were a couple of glass cases of two Pompeians eerily captured in their last moments. They were quickly suffocated by a superheated avalanche of ash and gas. Their bodies were encased in volcanic debris. Archaeologists found hollow spaces underfoot, created when the victims' bodies decomposed. The holes were filled with plaster and molds were created of Pompeiians caught in the disaster. Very interesting. The brothels had the beds intact, but they were stone. I don't know if the beds were made of stone 2,000 years ago. I sat on one and it would have been very uncomfortable to sleep on, let alone brotheling. The bakery had its oven intact, and it looks just like a forno pizza oven. There was even a bath house where people went to exercise and relax. Everything we have, they had. Society is stupid today though. For example, the water in the steam baths was channeled down the walls so hot water didn't drip on heads. Steam rooms don't have that today. I don't know if it's because modern society got lazy, cheap, or if we are just stupid. We are now on the bus to Mount Vesuvius to see what stopped Pompeii in its tracks. It you put a bus driver from here in a Formula One race car, he'd probably do alright. You wouldn't believe it unless you saw it. The views are spectacular on our way up to Mount Vesuvius. And on our left ladies and gentlemen - the river of lava. Oh no, two buses are going to pass. They are almost touching. I better stop typing now because I'm getting sick. We arrived at the semi-top and we hiked 20 more minutes to the top. We were above the clouds, so didn't see much, but at times we saw the crater of the mountain when the clouds cleared away momentarily. We didn't stay up very long because it was windy and colder - the Italians were wearing toques and winter coats. Sooo funny. I wonder how they'd like Canada. We stopped for bruschetta and a glass of wine at our mid-point down. The bruschetta was flavourful, but I didn't care for the wine, so Arrigo drank my wine. By the time we got down to the train station, it was raining. It's a good thing we have those cheap umbrellas from Florence. Arrigo found an umbrella left behind outside St. Peter's Basilica. We needed more money so found a bank and bought some groceries to make a little picnic for our trip along the Amalfi Coast and Positano tomorrow. Two full days left and then we go home to cold St. Albert.

Capri at the sea

As I sit here in our lovely hotel, drinking my lovely bottle of wine, and eating my lovely salami and pesto bun, I am contemplating what to write. We weren't sure what we were going to do today because the weather wasn't supposed to be good. We thought about our day at breakfast and decided to stick to our plan and go to the island of Capri. Our stick-to-itiveness paid off because it was a gorgeous day. First thing to do was to walk down the 392 steps (a tiny over exaggeration - there isn't a shortage of stairs in Italy) to get to the various boats that would take us to Capri. The boat was late. Oh, gee! Where has that happened before??? Finally, it's here. It wasn't too long of a ride to Capri, and less than a minute after we got off the boat, Alfonso approached us to take us for a private boat ride around the island. He promised to show us a good time, and boy did he ever. He has been doing this all of his life - he is from Capri, so he knew where to take us. We saw cave after cave and the green grotto. We didn't get to see the famous Blue Grotto because the sea was too rough and the cave opening is to small, but he showed us another grotto that was the same. The only difference - a larger opening to the cave... Sounds good to me. We don't need the blue grotto. It's full of tourists anyway. Absolutely beautiful is the only description I can use for this. The water is so blue and the sun shining on the water is radiant. We saw a statue of Mary that was formed from stalagmites. Alfonso even knew where to take me to pee. They left me on a rock to pee, but no worries, they came back for me. Arrigo took pictures from afar. We continued our boat ride around the island. There were a lot of homes and hotels built on the cliffs... talk about a room with a view. Our boat ride came to an end. We paid Alfonso and gave him a good tip. He deserved it. Next stop - Anacapri. We took a hair raising bus trip up the hill to the chair lift that would take us to the top of Anacapri. The first thing I bought up there was some sunglasses because I forgot mine. I now look like I belong in Italy. It only took three weeks! I now know why they have short and narrow buses - they need to do hair pin turns and go around tiny roundabouts. The buses in St. Albert simply couldn't do that. The views were spectacular and the water - so blue and clear. We got a ton of pictures. One direction - islands upon islands, and the other side - wide open Mediterranean Sea. The cliffs were straight down, but it made the views grand. We took the chair lift down to the town of Anacapri. We walked around this charming town and stopped to eat. We could have shared a pizza because they were big enough. We are doughed out though. We then made our way back to catch the bus back to the Capri marina to go back to Sorrento. We stopped in the grocery store in Sorrento to buy some juice, fruit, salami, buns, and pesto sauce to make sandwiches. By the time we finished buying groceries, it was pouring. Good thing we brought our umbrellas. We just wanted to relax after a long day in Capri. On the agenda tomorrow - Pompeii.

Rome to Sorrento, and what a ride

We started packing for our journey to Sorrento, and what a journey it was. We got a taxi to the train station. We didn't want to fight the crowds on the bus again. By the time we arrived at the train station, it was raining cats and dogs. I wonder where that saying came from. I'd hate to see cats and dogs falling from the sky. The first thing that happened was a young girl approached us to see if we need help. We aren't stupid enough to fall for that. Arrigo told her to get lost Monai style. Hey, Arrigo, there is a lot of yelling going on over there. Arrigo understood the yelling. An Indian man was trying to pick pocket a lady. She felt him touch her and she just made a scene so as to draw the police. She was yelling at the top of her lungs and spitting on him. She was saying "you're in my country and you touch me." She dared him to touch her again. There are no trains to Sorrento, so we have to go to Naples and transfer to another train to Sorrento. We get to take the speed train. Ooooohhhhhh, I'm excited to go on a speed train. It doesn't take much to get me excited. I get excited going to Staples, let alone to Naples. Get it, Staples...Naples. Ok, enough of the sick humour. When we got up to speed, we were traveling 294 kph. How do I know, you ask! Because there is a projection TV in the aisle that tells speed, current temperature of the destination, and shot from the back of the train so we can see how fast we were going. Man oh man, is this thing fast. Arrigo said if he could drive this fast, he would be like Fernando Alonso. Weee're here. It only took 70 minutes to get to Naples. On a regular train, it would take over three hours. We had to transfer to a train to Sorrento, and what an experience that was. The tickets only cost €4.70 each for an hour train ride to Sorrento. There were so many people on the train platform, that we couldn't get through to get to the other end of the platform. It looked like shag carpeting. By the time the train came there was less than standing room only. Apparently, one train didn't come, so that's why the train was so packed. The only way more people could have fit on the train is if they hung out of the windows. The first thing we saw when we got to the train station in Naples was a luggage store. I looked at the crappy piece of made-in-China-with-two-broken handles piece of luggage that Arrigo was pulling and I said to myself "Self, you should buy another piece of luggage so Arrigo doesn't have to pull that piece of crap anymore. Not only that, you will be able to buy more stuff if you buy a bigger piece." Idea sold. I'll buy a new piece of luggage. We went into the luggage store and ended up buying a hard-case larger piece of luggage on four wheels, and it rolls really nice. It took no time at all to transfer the luggage from China to the quality "Made-in-Italy" luggage and throw away the old piece of luggage. I can't imagine Arrigo having to haul that old piece of luggage on that train. We got lost looking for our hotel. I see a nice polizia man over there. I think I should ask him for directions. I have to practice my pronunciations here, and even when I do, I screw it up. Once I said benvenuto (welcome) instead of grazie. I think I was just nervous. When we arrived at the hotel, we were pleasantly surprised. We checked in and the porter showed us to our room and we were even more pleasantly surprised - the room was roomy, floors beautifully tiled, bathroom was large with a bath tub and shower (nice rain shower I might add), table in the centre of the room and a closet with more than five hangars. It is the nicest room we have had on our journey. Let's go for a walk. Okay, we'll stop for a drink upstairs first if you insist. Why don't we check out for the pool garden area for a drink. There are lime, lemon, and tangerine trees. I hear there's even a grafted tree of orange and lemons. Okay, if you insist! The fruit on this tree is huge. Wow! After our drink, we went for a walk. This place is fabulous for shopping. I bought a pink pair of shoes. Pashminas only cost €5. I think I will buy a few of those. That's way cheaper than back home.

Last day in Rome

Today we go to the Vatican museums, which includes the Sistine Chapel. We purchased our tickets online a couple of days ago. When I got to the payment page, it asked for my password (not my PIN) for my Visa. What's this... I have never been asked for a password before. I got on the phone to Visa and the representative was able to walk me through creating a password. Apparently, it's a new security system for online purchasing. In the event that my card gets stolen, it can't be used to purchase anything online. Now the only challenge is for me to remember it; there are so many passwords these days. Ok, now let's buy two tickets to the Vatican museums. The lady at Visa stayed on the line with me to make sure I was able to purchase the tickets. Mission accomplished! This is what we have been looking forward to. If the weather holds out too, we will climb the dome. It's a good thing we bought tickets in advance because the line up just to buy tickets was three hours. Being the smart travelers we are, we didn't have to wait; we just walked in. The museums are a series of rooms you walk through where you can admire different artists' works, such a Rafaello, Bernini, Leonardo Davinci, and other famous artists. Some of the rooms are so long that with the leisurely stroll and stopping to admire the art, it takes five or 10 minutes to walk through. One room was very long, and the ceiling was amazingly beautiful. The frescoes on the walls and ceilings made me want frescoes on the ceilings of our new house, but I don't think that style of painting is done anymore. Now for the pièce de résistance - the Sistine Chapel. The room is kept a bit dimmer than the other rooms; otherwise, the frescoes will fade eventually. The room was absolutely exquisite. Taking pictures or video is absolutely forbidden in the Sistine Chapel. It says that at the door and you can't miss the announcer on microphone saying it too, but there is always one stupido snapping a picture. What would you do with it anyway. Some people are so selfish and disrespectful. Each fresco tells a story, and each story is interesting. I'm getting an appreciation for the stories in the bible. Arrigo makes it interesting. We were admiring the Sistine Chapel for about 20 minutes - I almost didn't want to leave. When we left, we went to climb the dome, but it was closed by the time we got there. If we hadn't stopped for pizza in the cafeteria while we waited for the rain to subside, we would have made it on time. We can't do it tomorrow because we leave for Sorrento tomorrow morning. It was disappointing, but we did get a good view from the castle the other day. As we walked back to our hotel, we went for a walk along what was known as the "Dolce Vita" walk. Arrigo was so sweet and waited patiently as I shopped. I love some of the clothes in Italy, but I have come to be uncomfortable shopping here. They shop differently in Italy. They don't like you to touch anything before you buy, and I like touching what I am interested in buying. I also like to try clothes on and if the clothes don't appeal to me, I won't buy, but they expect you to buy here. I feel guilty to just touch and take my time. We bought some leggings for me and Abi. My feet were so sore that I just wanted to get to the hotel so I could put my feet up and rest. I obviously brought the wrong shoes with me. We finally found our way to the Metro and we stopped at a pasticeria we came across totally by accident last night. The food is so good that we got take-out two nights in a row. We went back to our hotel to eat the food we bought and it was perfect timing that we were able to FaceTime Abi. She was so excited to talk to her Dad and me. All-in-all today was a successful day. We have now done it all in Rome. It is a busy city with tons of people and beggars. I don't think I would come to Rome again. Been there, done that. We like the smaller towns with narrow streets and less people. Rome's traffic is crazy, but we have yet to see an accident. It makes us wonder why they have those crazy police sirens going off every 10 minutes; I think it's just so they can get to where they're going faster.

Some catching up to do

I'm a couple of days behind so I have a lot of catching up to do. It is now Monday morning and we are sitting in the laundromat. Arrigo is playing Candy Crush on his phone and I am blogging. This blog would be so much more interesting for all of you to read if I could add paragraph breaks - such a simple thing, but for some reason, it won't allow me to do it. It would also be nice if I could add pictures. I don't know what has changed from when I used to be able to do those two simple tasks, but it is frustrating. I apologize to all of you because I was really looking forward to all of you being able to read an interesting blog with pictures, but it's turned out to be JUST READING with no interesting pictures. Now is where I should put a paragraph break, but I'm not going to bother because when I publish the blog entry, it ignores it anyway. On with it! Yesterday we went to see the Via Appia Antica catacombs. We took the bus there and rented bikes to get around. They must have weighed 100 pounds each - not like our 20 pound bikes at home. It felt good to get some exercise besides walking. It gave my feet a rest. There are many catacombs in this area, but we went to Callisto Catacomb. The catacombs are where Christians from Roman times buried their families. Our tour guide, Nicola, who wore a scarf and hoodie because it's cold under ground, took us down to the tombs and explained everything to us. It was very comfortable, temperature wise, for us, but then again, we're from Canada. Nicola told everybody there were no pictures allowed, and when we got underground, he noticed somebody with a video camera on his head. Nicola asked him to put it away. He was very slow at putting it away, and Nicola finally told him to "put it away right now." We continued on our tour and there were two more men that had expensive cameras wrapped around their wrists as if to say 'no one will notice if I take a picture.' Nicola said no pictures are allowed. Later, on the tour, one Of the men went into one of the tiny hallways leading to more tombs and snapped a picture. Good thing I saw him because I had the guts to say "you aren't allowed to take pictures down here, have a little respect." He looked at me and it looked as though he was going to say something to me, but he knew he was in the wrong. After that I made sure I was at the back of the line to watch him. I'm the catacomb police. After our visit at the catacomb, we decided to go for a ride for what seemed like 10 kilometers, along via Apia Antica. This is a road that leads to Naples, but of course we didn't go that far. It Was like we were mountain biking because there was no paving. It was stone and uneven rock, just like they were in Roman times. We wanted to see the aqua ducts that were built around the Roman Empire. It's how they transported water way back then. Now that we had seen the aqua ducts, we had to make our way back to the bike rental place. There was also a nice little ristorante where,we had something to eat; we were hungry after mountain biking. These little restaurants that don't seem like much have the best food. Arrigo had mushroom and sausage lasagne. It was the absolutely the best lasagne I had ever tasted. After lunch, we took the bus to the Metro to see yet another museum. I think it called the National Museum Of Art. There were four levels of statues, paintings, frescoes, as well as coins from when the Roman Empire ruled; it was like being in Fort Knox as we stepped in the vault. There was also modern art, which wasn't as interesting. Ok, time to go home now, or should I say back to our home away from home. See you tomorrow.