
TRAVEL THERE: WRAPPING UP THE DAY
Our ten and a half hour baptism by tourism was drawing to and end. We were treated to one more shopping opportunity. This one had to do with Limoncello liquor and came with another restroom visit, but this restroom required an entry fee. Bill didn’t realize that when he he headed up the stairs. A small personal drama ensued.
Lost in Pompeii
So, we heard all about the wonders of Limoncello and several people bellied up to the bar to take some home. Bill headed to the restroom, but I didn’t need to go, so I browsed around the little shop near the bottom of the stairs. Bill was supposed to get me on his way out, but somehow a restroom that required euros damaged his thought process. He headed out of the place and forgot all about me.
After I’d looked at everything in the store about 75 times I started to wander around a bit. I had someone check the restroom to see if Bill was inside. I walked every inch of the building several times. I kept telling myself that he wouldn’t have left without me, but it became apparent that he actually had.
The ‘being lost’ rule in my family had always been, stay where you last saw someone, because if you start wandering around you’ll never be found. The lesson had stuck with me and even though it was apparent Bill was nowhere in the building I kept walking around looking for him. Problem was, Bill was not in my family of origin, so he didn’t know the rules.
I finally worked up my nerve and wandered outside to look for him. He was nowhere in sight. I finally saw some people from our bus, but no one that I knew. I strolled over to chat them up, hoping my desperation didn’t show. Before too long other people from our own little group began to show up, but none of them was Bill. I was relieved, because others had seen him since I had, but I still wanted my husband.
He showed up happy as a clam unaware that I was on the edge of being distraught. He hadn’t missed me, didn’t realize he’d abandoned me in the shop and he felt no remorse about the terror I had been dealing with. It was all well and good to tell me everything was alright, but it wasn’t doing anything for the adrenaline pumping through my veins.
We climbed back on the bus to go back to Naples and I tried to get back into the rhythm of having fun, but it had been pretty upsetting. I did eventually get over it, but if you’ve had a similar experience, you know that you really, really want to be mad at someone for something, even though you know there’s really no need for your angst.
Back on Board
Once back on board the ship, some of our group visited the always-open Oceanside Buffet for an afternoon snack, but food didn’t even sound good to me. I went back to the cabin and got gussied up for the evening.
Bill and I love on board entertainment, so we caught an evening performance in the theater called Kaleidoscope. It was much better than the Whitney Houston thing – very Cirque de Soleil. I know the Bagleys were still very much involved in the whole Art Gallery scene. They were always showing up at the last minute saying they’d been there picking out frames or arranging shipment or whatever. I’m not sure what the girls got up to, but they really liked having drinks and people-watching.
Dinner was at the Tuscan Restaurant, which meant we ate Italian. Exhaustion had set in and I couldn’t tell you what I ate or whether I liked it or not. My journal says we had a perfectly lovely evening, so I’ll have to leave it at that. After the meal, some of us went to Eden to see something called Revelation, but it was late and we were tired, so we didn’t stay long.
The next morning was our day at sea, the one in which we’d celebrate our 25th Anniversary with a Vow Renewal. Come back next week for that for sure!
TRAVEL THERE: FINALLY POMPEII
I wish there was a way to share just how good Paolo was. He made the place come alive. He explained what a building was used for. If it was a home, he described the sort of person who would live there, what his schedule for the day would be, what he would wear, what he would eat, who lived in his home with him, how to know whether he was important or not, who came to visit at what time and where the owner would go when he left his home. He talked about the kind of food served in cafes and the bread baked in the bakery ovens. He pointed out architectural advances and items we use in our buildings today.
TRAVEL THERE: PIZZA IN THE PIAZZA
It wasn’t a jet foil we took to Sorrento. It was much larger and all the seating was downstairs. It was pretty much superior in every way you can imagine. The hordes of Asian tourists we’d had with us on the way to Capri were nowhere in sight and no one, including Bill, was sea sick. He didn’t take any chances, though. He closed his eyes as soon as he boarded, so he was the first of us to fall asleep.
We were whisked from the van to a shopping opportunity, disguised as a craft demonstration, only everyone saw through the ruse. It was a woodworking shop where they did elaborate wood mosaics. We stood politely through the demonstration and appreciated the lovely merchandise, but no one in our group had come prepared to purchase a convert-able gaming table or a huge grandfather clock. The establishment did offer restroom facilities, but our group took care of that on the ferry.
The Value of Proximity





We were enjoying chatting among ourselves and had not really noticed that all that American space between us had been eaten up and we were being edged out of our place. This is where our guide began to show his superiority over other guides. Without him, we might have spent the whole day waiting to go up the hill. He started shouting and actually shoving to protect our place in line. He walked up and down monitoring the position of his charges and threatening the entire crowd were they to infringe upon our place in the line.
As we entered the area for boarding the ferry, Bill revealed he didn’t have his Dramamine. He said he didn’t realize we were going on a boat ride. Hadn’t we sat there in Montreal’s airport bar and discussed just that thing. Hadn’t he been the one who listed off all the forms of transportation we’d be taking for the tour? Not much we could do at this juncture.



