A Room With a View
Mount Vesuvius a good enough view?
11.07.2009
11th July, 2009, AEST 11:54pm
Here I am, sitting in my hotel room in Vico Equense watching across the waves tumble onto the rocky shores of the private beach the hotel owns towards Mount Vesuvius. I’m so grateful towards mu dad for the accommodation. It’s just perfect. When we arrived yesterday we went straight to the beach. It was actually really weird because back home in Australia, our beaches consist of white fine sands where as here, the beaches are consistant of rocks which at largest are the size of a fist, and at smallest the size of a pinky fingernail.
Today we took a trip to Pompeii. That’s Ancient Pompeii. It was just surreal to walk through the city. The highlight of our walk through Pompeii was visiting the amphitheatre. I had always wanted to visit the amphitheatre of Pompeii, but my want for doing so was intensified by our inability to go into the Coliseum in Roma. The only thing in which I was disappointed that we didn’t see in Pompeii was the Villa of Mysteries (but that’s because we were all dehydrated and not sure if it was open to the public).
One thing I have noticed though about this place is that the people here are really friendly. I think that’s what for me makes a place – how you are treated. It doesn’t matter what the accomedation is like, it doesn’t matter the distance you have to travel to go places, what matters is that you are treated nicely. Yu treat someone the way you want to be treated. I think because we weren’t treated nicely at all in Paris that is part of the reason why we disliked it. Where as here, apart from it being just perfect in appearance and service, the people don’t turn their noses up at you, they are just generally nice people.
Any who, so the count is in reverse now. Instead of counting how many days we’ve been away, it’s become how long till we leave. I don’t want to leave. I don’t want to go back to responsibility, I just want to stay in this ‘fantasy’ world where we do nothing but enjoy time. Although I’m feeling a homesick all the same. I miss being able to talk to my friends the most though, I seem to always miss them in chat because of the time difference.
Posted by bantam 11:08 PM Archived in Family Travel | Italy





