Monday, April 6, 2015

DAY 11: Cruising the Amalfi Coast & Pompeii Has Gone to the Dogs

Worth seeing too!




Quote of the day: "It's worth seeing." JM answering a Brit tourist who was asking to be directed to the Pompeii redlight district, causing HM to screech, DADDDDDD!

VM: We had another early start today to head for a day trip to the Amalfi Coast and Pompeii. The day after Easter is a holiday in Italy, so our guide, Carlo (another shout out to Jeannine McDonough for www.yourtourinitaly.com), was getting us out of Rome early to hit the coast early.

EM making new friends at a cliffside stop (they belonged to
the shopkeeper). Photo creds:HM
The whole thing made me chuckle as this is a similar pattern you seem to see in all major cities – "we need to get away from the city rat race so let's all go to the beach and be sardines together." I’ve seen this with New Yorkers who go to the Hamptons, Bostonians who go to Cape Cod and even Buenos Aires folks who go to Punta del Este. I guess the Romans aren’t any different.

Because of the early start, we reached the coast by around 8:45am and were treated to amazing views and stops along the way. The Amalfi Coast highway is treacherous and I would never want to drive it ourselves, I’m so glad we had an experienced driver to maneuver it.  It is unbelievable because it is sooooooo narrow.  We were in a van and at times, we had to stop to let others pass. Again, just like in Rome, the drivers just “do” this. They all seem to understand the unwritten code of how to drive the Amalfi Coast!
The views along the way to Sorrento were beautiful. Photo creds: HM
Carlo taught us that they harvested olive trees
by opening nets underneath the trees and shaking them in!
These trees were literally on the roadside as we drove into Sorrento.
Every bit of land that can be cultivated is, taking advantage of mineral enriched soil.
The view of Sorrento from up above.

EM supervising her freshly squeezed lemonade.
Even the fruit juice truck is cute on the Amalfi Coast. 
Photo creds: HM.



The area is known for olives and citrus. And when I say citrus, I mean badass citrus! The orange and lemon trees are EVERYWHERE and they produce these unbelievable lemons that look like they are on steroids. According to Carlo, they are beautiful and good, but produce little juice. On one of our “let’s look at the view” stops, we enjoyed tasting the freshly squeezed lemon and orange juice. The o.j. got a thumbs up from HM, but EM deemed the lemonade 
too sour. It was definitely not Chic Fil A lemonade, but I enjoyed it.

The o.j. was a beautiful sunset orange hue.










We reached our first destination, Sorrento, by 9:30am. It is a quaint coastal town with tons of alleyways and shops to explore. We didn’t stay long as we were
moving down the peninsula to visit Positano, yet another picturesque town on the Amalfi Coast.
Sorrento fruit stand with lemons on steroids.
Fruit sellers readying for the day.

The water is truly a spectacular color here, but we were struck by the fact there is actually very little beach to enjoy and that it is A LOT of work for the locals to even enjoy it. It requires some precarious climbs down some super steep cliffs and what really blew our minds was the thought of coming back up!

We reached Positano around 11am and had about an hour and a half to go explore. Like most beach towns, this entailed checking out quaint shops and making our way down to the teeeeny strip of sand they call Spaggia Beach.  And when I say teeny, I mean teeny. It’s probably no bigger than a half a block.


EM on teeny Spiaggia Beach.



For my birthday, JM talked me into a major family splurge to commemorate our Italy trip. As I was drooling over the gorgeous ceramics at a local store, we decided to order some new everyday dinnerware for our house. It was a real treat!
Picking out new dinnerware was an unexpected Positano indulgence.
We loved our lunchtime "greeter."
By now, we had trekked up and down & our stomachs were talking. Carlo loaded us in the van to take us above Positano to a fabulous Italian eatery named La Tagliata.  Built into the cliff, the restaurant overlooks the incredible Tyrrhenian Sea (which is why I think they just say Amalfi Coast!). We were greeted at the top door by a beautiful husky who acted as we were long lost friends. Yes, it was going to be another dog day.

The view at La Tagliata was spectacular, the ambiance welcoming and the food was yumola. It was a wonderful meal (although in all honesty, we have only had one mediocre meal since arriving in Italy).  The lovely owners of La Tagliata even gifted us with a couple of souvenir plates from their kitchen as we had been oohing and ahhing over them.
Trattoria La Tagliata welcomes you warmly from the moment you arrive.
EM clowning around.

The view from up above Positano is
just as pretty as down below.
Homemade pastas served family style were absolutely delicious.
Another beautiful meal.
After enjoying a leisurely linner, we headed back up the coast to go to Pompeii, a specific request from HM.  Having studied it in school in 6th grade, she was really eager to explore this ancient ruin.  Carlo efficiently handed us over to Maria, a Naples-based, young tour guide, who walked us through Pompeii.

A street in Pompeii facing Mount Vesuvius.
The "steps" in the middle of the street are exactly that -- stepping
stones so the people could cross from one side to the other without stepping
in the sewer and horse muck in the street.
JM, HM and I all agreed it’s not exactly what we thought it would be, but it was interesting nonetheless. EM had no expectations so she didn’t seem to care either way. I think JM, HM and I had always heard that due to the eruption of Mount Vesuvius in 79 A.D., Pompeii was “frozen in time,” with people literally stopped dead in their tracks as they tried to escape the ashes which ended up being 13 to 20 feet thick. While this is all true, you still have to use a fair amount of imagination to understand what was there, how life was and how the people tried to survive the eruption (which they couldn’t).
HM navigating the streets of Pompeii which
had deep grooves from chariots wheels from so long ago. Man-made horse "hook-ups"
were up and down the streets in front of what were retail stores and homes.
A moment of sisterly love on the streets of Pompeii.
One of the things that was really amazing was that when Mount Vesuvius erupted, Pompeii was a coastal port. Today, the sea is at least 1-2 miles from the site. The volcano literally changed the landscape.

As Pompeii was a busy port, it had many sailors coming in and out of town.  The incredible number of sailors apparently did their part to maintain the oldest profession known to mankind. 

Yes, friends, Pompeii had a redlight district.  How do we know? There are buildings where the ladies of the evening where housed and to explain to the many sailors who spoke many languages what, er, services were available, they had graphics on the wall depicting these acts. And when I say graphics, I mean graphic graphics. As this is a family blog, you’re just going to have to use your imagination.

Clever directional arrows awaited sailors
in Pompeii.
And if you were a sailor walking up the road in search of these fine establishments, you just had to follow the very phallic arrow. No kidding. I couldn’t resist taking a picture of this as I found it so incredibly brilliant – I can imagine one sailor telling another, “just follow the penis.”

The Pompeii site is quite large and to date, has only been partially excavated. In fact, we got the impression that this is a bit of a lost opportunity to be an incredible landmark, but I think the Italian government has some bigger fish to fry. There are some samples of the poor souls who perished here, but they are simply encased among a bunch of excavated pots.  They don’t seem to have the “respect” I feel they deserve.

Pots excavated from the Pompeii site.
Man covering his mouth trying to
escape the ash shower. Photo creds: HM.
Pregnant woman covering her mouth as she tried to escape. Photo creds: HM.
Net, net, Pompeii would be a perfect place to be taken over by a private entity. But instead, it’s being taken over by the dogs.

Yes, you read right. The dogs. There were some very well fed and sweet dogs lazying about Pompeii. As I had read a little about this before coming, I had warned the girls not to pet them if we came across any. And who was the first one hanging with the dogs? JM, of course. And those dogs knew a good dog man when they saw him; even if chickens are his specialty! And in case you fear for our health, these dogs were scruffy, but clearly they were being looked after.
    
Pompeii has some very friendly canines.
This sweet girl followed JM when we walked away, proving dogs ARE great judges of character.
Dogs visit Pompeii too!
Beyond the dogs of Pompeii, we couldn’t believe how many visitors brought their own personal pets to tour the site. I guess they wanted to learn some history too!  Of course, this delighted us and we had to stop and meet every doggie we saw. I’m pretty sure Maria, our guide, thought we were nuts.

We headed out from Pompeii around 5pm and Carlo safely deposited us back in Rome by around 8:15ish due to heavy traffic coming back into the city.

We were grateful to Carlo for a wonderful excursion.
Ultimately, we all agreed it was a beautiful way to complete our Italian vacation. We feel very blessed that we’ve been able to explore this great country and have so many wonderful adventures filled with history, intrigue, our Catholic faith and of course, delicious fare!

Tomorrow we head out early for Paris and we can’t wait for what awaits.

JM and his girls: Pompeii edition.







































































Sunday, April 5, 2015

DAYS 9 & 10: Fearless Gladiators, Loyal Nuns & The Fabulous Francesco

Quote of the days:  “Follow the nuns.” JM as we were trekking through the streets of Rome at 6am trying to figure out where to go in at Vatican City for the Papal Mass.

JM and his girls: Colosseum edition.
VM: Saturday started with another excursion with sweet and energetic Grace to the famed Colosseum and the Roman Forum, which are incredible old ruins right in the center of the city.

There are 80 gates all around the Colosseum.
As on Friday, we were grateful for Grace’s knowledge of the ins and outs of the major attractions here. I’m typically not a tour guide type of person but I would highly recommend it to anyone visiting Italy. It is really helpful to have someone who can maneuver quickly through the organized chaos and then share the significance of what we’re seeing.  Those of you who know JM and me know we have little tolerance for large crowds so we ABSOLUTELY feel the extra coin spent on the private tours was well worth the price.

As with the Vatican Museum, Grace geared the tour again towards the girls. Built in 70 A.D., the Colosseum is an awesome structure. It was a gift from the emperor of the time to the Roman people and amazingly, only took 8 years to build, which as you look at the incredible structure is really mind-boggling. It could seat 80,000 people (not quite the Gators’ Swamp, but HUGE nonetheless).

The entire stadium was covered by a wood floor with sand on it, and sometimes
was even covered in water for naval spectacles. Photo creds: EM
We learned that the Colosseum was literally for EVERYONE. It was free to attend and any Roman could do so. Of course, your family’s status and wealth decided if you had courtside seats or nosebleed seats (yep, nothing has changed).

The Colosseum was built for entertainment. It used many of the tricks of the trade from Greek theater, including trap doors from which the gladiators were “revealed” to the audience.

The games were played on a platform made of wood covered in sand.  Today, there is a reproduction of the platform on one side of the amphitheatre and the rest shows the intricate system of tunnels below which housed the gladiators (the performers), the prisoners (the animal bait) and the animals (the starved hunters).


The inner "guts" of the Colosseum was a fascinating labyrinth of tunnels. Photo creds: EM
Trap doors enabled the gladiators to enter the stadium like rock stars.
Another point we found interesting was the gladiators were really revered as the star attraction. They were fully hot shots and it was an “honor” to be selected to be one, even if you knew there was a good chance you could perish. Great gladiators did well financially and were pretty much set for life.
We also learned that contrary to popular belief, the emperor didn’t give a “thumbs down” or a “thumbs up” in terms of whether a defeated gladiator should survive. Thumbs down actually meant put your sword in your sheath to the conquering gladiator and a thumbs across the jugular meant kill the loser. The latter was done if the gladiator didn’t put on a good show or if the emperor was having a bad day. 

Ultimately, it is no different than today’s pro wrestlers except there was a lot more blood spilled.  The successful gladiators would put on a great show for the masses. When they were happy, the emperor was happy.

The girls were a bit appalled to hear about the part of the show where they would set the hungry animals out with the prisoners to have some lunch. But I think they were even more appalled when they saw the communal bathrooms. The room housed two troughs on either side of the room with holes on top. You sat with your neighbor doing your business and THEN what appalled them even more is that you went to the center trough to pick up a communal sponge for wiping. No one said they were the most sanitary society!

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Sample of how the Colosseum bathrooms worked.
One side of the Colosseum has lost its outer
rings. Thankfully, a private benefactor (the founder
of Tod's) is now paying for the preservation
of this incredible landmark.
JM tries on the emperor role at a private
amphitheater made just for him.
Proof that Mussolini did SOMETHING
good in this world.


After a couple of hours at the Colosseum, Grace took us to see the Roman Forum next door. We apparently have Mussolini to thank for these incredible ruins. It was under his direction that these were excavated in the hopes of unearthing the glories of Rome.


Flowering all over the Roman Forum, Grace
explained this type of tree is called the
Judas tree as it is believed to be the type
of tree where Judas hung himself after
betraying Jesus.

The buildings at the Roman Forum were essentially the societal and governmental heart of Rome. It is where the Senate met and then would announce to the people what had been decreed.

Again, it is hard to fathom how much history is in one spot, but once again, we found it fascinating to see the ongoing theme of Christianity overtaking paganism. The Forum has many temples and sites built in honor of the Roman rulers of the times, but one particularly struck us since a church was literally built INSIDE the temple and is functional today. Not only was the history behind it fascinating, but it was also something to see how the earth has literally sunk all around it. It is no longer possible to enter through the front door.
The church that ate a temple. Photo creds: EM
Caesar burned here. Photo creds; EM
The last things at the Forum that caught our attention were two nondescript mounds that I think many visitors might miss.  One was the site were Julius Caesar’s body was cremated by his stepson so the public could see. The second was a round clump of bricks known as the “bellybutton” of Rome. The Umbilicus Urbis Romae is where the saying “all roads lead to Rome” comes from as distances to other places in Italy were measured from exactly this spot. And you also see where we get the word umbilical!
All roads lead to Rome!


After the Forum, Grace shepherded us through the crazy streets of Rome which is a cacophony of people (mostly Italians often in rapid conversations or lost tourists with their noses in guide books), motorcycles/scooters, buses and cars.  There are very little official crosswalks with pedestrian lights, you just sorta step out onto the marked paths and hope everyone will stop.  And, surprisingly most do. And unlike most major cities I’ve visited, even the taxi drivers respect this crazy system, rarely honking their horns or cussing. In fact, to me, they have the most incredible patience.

Julius is probably turning
in his grave.
On our way to see the Panthenon, our last stop on our morning tour, Grace pointed out the spot where Julius Caesar had been betrayed by his Senate and stabbed. Now, I expected this to be much more of a “dramatic” spot, but in fact, it’s kind of just “there” right in the middle of a busy city block. And the fact it is housed next to what Grace called a cat colony which seems to be our equivalent to a Humane Society, made the girls 
The place where Caesar lost his life is
a cat hang out.
much more interested in the kitties all lounging in the area, rather than the historical significance. Personally, I thought the whole thing pretty funny and I think this must be Caesar’s punishment for bad deeds.

After several miles of walking and trekking up & down steps (of which there are MANY in Rome) Grace finished our tour at the Pantheon. This is yet ANOTHER Roman temple that was converted into a basilica. This one was interesting because first, it was originally square and then converted into a round building with an incredible open rotunda and second, it is where Raphael (the Renaissance artist) is buried.

By now, it was 12:30pm and we were eager to lunch. Grace had recommended an off-the-beaten-path genuine Italian trattoria, but unfortunately, they were booked solid and couldn’t accommodate us. 

Delicious and charming.
Luckily, that led us to consult TripAdvisor and we found an awesome trattoria on our own right in the middle of a bunch of tourist traps. We had a wonderful meal over a couple of hours.
Awesome birthday linner!

Thankfully, our apartment has a cool,
100-year elevator to get us to our
5th floor home away from home.
After going home for a quick change of clothes as the weather here has been yo-yoing between hot and cold, we went to check
Emma racing up the Spanish Steps.
out the Spanish Steps. Unfortunately, so did a bunch of other visitors and we decided not to hang out too long. Instead, we decided to find the Crypt of the Capuchin Monks (yet another shout-out to Ryan Glidden!). This is a church near the Spanish Steps that is definitely creepy yet fascinating as it houses the bones of about 4,000 Capuchin monks who died over 300 years. 

While they don’t allow pictures, it is basically five mini chapels covered in human bones which have been artfully arranged.  Like I said, creepy but fascinating. This visit could perhaps diminish HM’s fascination with the macabre. For someone who loves ghastly shows like Criminal Minds, she was not digging the bones. Emma just thought it was weird. And it was.

And since it was my birthday, the family indulged me in one last stop that was on the “had to be done” list – seeing the famous “Mouth of Truth” featured in one of my all-time favorite movies, Roman Holiday.

The Boca della Verita has a superstition attached to it that says that if you tell a lie and put your hand in the mouth of the monument, it will grab your hand.

In the movie, gorgeous Gregory Peck played a prank on the beautiful Audrey Hepburn. The script called for him to put his hand in and take it right out, but instead Gregory acted as if the mouth “grabbed” his hand. Audrey’s reaction was real and alarmed as she thought he was being hurt. It is really funny and one of my favorite movie scenes.

Still one of my all-time favorites.
All walked out by this point, we took a taxi to see this landmark and we are sure glad we did. Housed in front of a church, it was closed when we got there, only visible behind a gate. Neither JM or EM would get out of the taxi to even see it, but HM and I wanted to and were SO DISAPPOINTED.  It 
The real Boca was not as cool as we thought it would be.
was just not as “cool” as we had pictured it. Ah well, just goes to show that Hollywood still creates movie magic.  And despite it not being what we thought it would be, we were still both glad we had seen it.

The evening ended on a major high note as we stopped by our market to get a few items before going home and got to meet the sweetest Bassett Hound ever -- Oliver. Just 8 months old, Oliver was absolutely the cutest thing ever and of course, made us all pine for our menagerie back home, although Oliver was about three times the size of our Millie!

All in all, I couldn’t think of a better way to spend my 48th birthday.


Oliver topped off the birthday evening. His paws were something else.
The view as they were setting up.
The view as the umbrellas came out.
Today started early, leaving the apartment at 6am to head to St. Peters Square. We arrived fairly quickly as we are staying close by and prepared to stand with all the others who were there to see Pope Francis deliver Easter Mass.

It was an incredible mix of people from all over – Italians, Americans, Brits, etc. And more nuns and priests than we have ever seen in one spot.  In fact, we have run into nuns and priests everywhere in Rome as many come in for the Easter celebration.

The time passed quickly as we talked to a couple behind us from Poland. It was interesting to hear their perspective about Europe, America & their reverence for Ronald Reagan and his influence on the fall of Communism.

Nuns were everywhere.
As we stood in line, a light drizzle started.  The forecast had called for rain at 11am but a dry early morning. Clearly, they were wrong.

At around 7:30am, we all started moving forward. When I say all, I mean all. We literally were moving forward like a wave as the security let us in little by little through the security gates.

We moved in a fairly orderly way to the same seats in front of the Vatican that we had seen on Friday as they were making arrangements for the mass. We were blessed to be in seats that were about 500-600 feet from the altar. Really close and really incredible view. And then the rain started in earnest. Thousands of ponchos and umbrellas made for a crazy, wet and cold scene & we still had more than 2 hours to wait for mass!

We huddled down like turtles and did our best to stay under cover of our cheap Big Lots ponchos that were almost melting with the freezing water assault (note to self: next time get the expensive Coleman kind!).

At around 9:55am, the mass started with a beautiful Rosary broadcast via the speakers. Strange as it may sound, it was very spiritual to sit, hunkered down with the pitter patter of rain on my head, and the Lord’s Prayer’s and Hail Mary’s in Italian.

We were afraid this would be the only
view of Francis we would get.
Afterwards, the mass began. Everyone craned to see as priest after priest came out, but we couldn’t see Pope Francis. We found out this was because he was high and dry sitting under the massive Vatican door.  Our only view (which was also obstructed by umbrellas and people standing on chairs) was on the large screen.

We figured this was just the way things were. Either that, or he didn’t want to get wet. But, luckily, after the gospel readings and the prayer of the faithful, the man himself made his way to the altar.
But luckily, we were wrong. Photo creds: HM
The Catholic rock star made his way to the altar. Photo creds: HM
It was truly a religious rock star moment.  And guess what – the rain stopped. The umbrellas went down, the ponchos were taken off and we just were able to see the father of the Catholic Church say mass. Even in Italian, it was cool.

Priests with their detail making their way to give Communion.
After the Eucharistic blessing, an army of priests, chaperoned by security, made their way down to our area to give communion.

It was really something as it was a bit of organized chaos to receive it. At one point, HM was being muscled as someone made her way to the front of the line and it was a nun! Luckily, HM didn’t deck her before she turned to look.  I told her later that maybe the nun felt she had worked harder for that Eucharist and was not leaving without it.

Mass ended peacefully and many people chose to go. This was lucky for us as this was when Francis went down to his Pope-mobile for a swing around the plaza. HM ended up being about 10 feet from him as she moved closer to the barrier and we were about 20 feet from him.
He is truly a Catholic rock star. Photo creds: HM

It was really something to experience the people’s love for him. They clapped and waved and told him how much they loved him. I was fascinated by the conflict I believe Pope Francis must feel about this “rock star” adoration. On the one hand, as an intelligent, logical man, I’m sure he can see how this is good not only for the Catholic Church but for Christianity in general as it brings people to the Church.

On the other hand, being a Franciscan priest who takes vows of poverty and service to God would be typically uncomfortable with being the center of this fervor.  He would prefer that fervor be directed at God. But I figure he figures it’s all part of the job.
Getting ready for the blessing. Photo creds: HM
Nuns making sure they got the "shot."
Security detail was all around.
More priests than we've ever seen.
Even though we were really cold and wet, 
we were SUPER grateful to have seats.
All in all, it was an experience of a lifetime. While the rain certainly dampened the beginning of it, we all found it to be amazing.  We feel incredibly blessed that we were able to be here to experience it.

Veils were a special gift from Nana Donny.
Soggy and wet after the final blessing, we left with thousands of others from the Vatican. It was a fairly orderly crowd and we were happy we were staying nearby and could get to hot showers.
We ended up having a delicious linner (lunch / dinner) a block from our house in a local spot recommended by our landlord.  It was a beautiful day. We hope everyone's Easter was just as blessed.

Tomorrow we head to the Amalfi Coast and Pompeii.

HM: After meeting up with Grace again yesterday, we took a quick ride to the impressive 1st century Colosseum. We toured the massive monument where I was astounded by the beautiful and long-lasting architecture. As we left the Colosseum, we head to the Ancient Forum. Again, I was impressed by the architecture.

Grace providing a Latin lesson.
Thanks to Grace I now know how to read a little bit of Latin such as SPQR which means Senate and People of Rome. This was like the first slogan of Rome, meaning the Senate and people of Rome were unified in whatever they did.

We then got to see the Pantheon that I was excited about because of my love of Greek mythology. The outside structure was impressive – the gorgeous dome and beautiful marble columns leading to the entryway. We saw how much Rome has risen since the building of the Pantheon, and then we walked inside.

The first thing that caught my attention was the large hole at the top of the Pantheon. Since there are no windows in the building, it’s the only possible way to let light in once the doors were closed. Now you might think this would be a problem when it rains, but the Romans created their own drainage system. The floor is dome-shaped similarly to the roof so when it rains, the water is either captured in the middle drain or drains out the sides.
The view of the top of the architecturally amazing Pantheon dome.
What disappointed me was that the Catholics had changed it to a basilica honoring the saints and Mary. Don’t be worried Nana Donny, I have a reason. The Catholics have 250 churches throughout Rome and I just wanted to see what one Pagan church looked like with all the Greek Gods that I have studied. But it still was beautiful.

Grace was beautiful in and out.
I was sad to say good-by to Grace. But after lunch, we were able to try yet another great gelato place that she had recommended.

To end the day, we went to see Franciscan monks’ crypts. Initially, I was not a fan, but after reflecting on the visit, I think it’s pretty cool what they did.

All in all, it was a great day.

Today we woke up at 5:25a.m. but it was totally worth it. After standing in line for two hours and sitting in freezing rain for another 2 hours, we had a beautiful mass with Pope Francis. The sky cleared up the second the Pope went to the altar.

While I was going to receive Communion, I could feel someone shoving my arm. As I turned to see who it was, I shocked to find out it was two nuns who were running to receive the Vatican Communion. But, of course, I let them pass without even giving them a little shove back.

JM giving the verdict for the cow he was about to devour.
After the mass, the Pope drove through the crowd in his little Pope-mobile where I got a video and picture as I was standing just 10 feet away.

Needless to say, it was worth freezing for Papa Francesco.

Afterwards, we went home, cleaned up and went to enjoy a delicious Easter lunch at a local restaurant. I confess I had a yummy American cheeseburger with homemade fresh cut French fries.  Just what I had been craving.

I hope everyone had a happy and safe Easter.

VM NOTE: EM has gone to bed!


Random pic of the day:
Even dogs love gelato in Italy!