Saturday afternoon, we headed about an hour or so towards the very ancient city of Pompeii. I’m pretty sure my history career started off in 6th grade learning about ancient civilizations (I must admit that was a rough one to start off with as a 11 year old), and Pompeii was one chapter I clearly remember. Since the 6th grade, I also randomly caught some program on the History Channel about Pompeii, so actually seeing it in real life fulfilled my 11 year old history fantasy. First off, Pompeii itself is massive! There are streets after streets of houses, restaurants, baths, alleys, theaters, the list goes on and on. It is absolutely remarkable how the ash from the volcanic eruption preserved the town for thousands of years. The paintings on the wall were visible, tiny stone mosaic tiles in tact, and whole structures survived. You could spend days discovering each little nook and cranny of Pompeii, but after about three hours, I think we were all ready for a little gelato fix, this time I had tiramisu. Saturday night commenced with a lengthy meal a la mode of the Italians; we got massive and delicious traditional Napoli pizza and just hung out at the table. I didn’t take any pictures and you can assume that it is because I was too busy eating all the food. Sleep, site-see, gelato, pizza, sleep. The routine continues.