After a quick stop at ancient, now rubbled, Corinth, our imagination in tow, we boarded the super-fast (ferry) to Bari, Italy. Cabins were sparkly clean, nicely presented & with only a little cabin switcheroo imitation of the proverbial "Chinese fire drill", we headed for a well organized on-board group dinner that was actually pretty darn good. Steve devised a personal delivery of a birthday treat of a yummy chocolate dessert, oh, yes, & milk of course to wash it down. How sweet!
We arrive in Bari the next am, in time to snuggle up to Pompeii columns around noon. I hadn't remembered how the city had encroached upon the walls around the ruins when I was there so many years ago but once inside, the erosion of time brought the town to life. Can you feel the townspeople rush about their daily tasks, long robes swish through the streets as they hasten to buy their goods, kids chase each other, play games, wooden carts clap down the cobbled streets? A different time was 79AD; & same as now too... Maybe I kept looking over my shoulder expecting to hear another rumble from Mt Vesuvius. The first real rain was short lived; sun gleaming on puddles, created a musty smell inside the concrete structures, adding to the atrophy of the ages.
Rome: our final destination tonite.
