Thursday, December 31, 2009

When In Rome

Colosseum at dusk

Garden of Thieves Pompeii

Pompeii - look at the tracks from ancient wagons

Artwork in Pompeii

Pompeii see Vesuvius

Pizza Man at Da Michele

Da Michele Marinara on top and Margarita

Da Michele

Di Matteo Pomodorro with Mozzarella de Buffalo

Eating cannolis in Naples

Touch me God (Sistine Chapel)

Vatican painting The School of Athens

Vatican Hallway

Trevi Fountain

Tiber River

Ruins at sunset

Piazza de something

Can you see the Vatican? I was looking through a peep hole in a door

View from atop a hill over looking Northwestern Rome
(Vatican dome in the background)

Colosseum

On December 24th we woke up, packed, ate breakfast and dulled around until 12 o'clock when Melissa says "time to go." I respond with an exasperated and questioning, "but why? Our flight is not for another two hours." Of course she had none of this and we crammed ourselves into a cab and headed off to the airport. We arrived to a snaking line with what looks like half the population of Portugal attempting to leave the country. I looked at her forgivingly and mustered out a barely audible "you were right, it is good to be here early." She looked at me with a I told you so and a I win face mixed with a don't you know by now I am always right look. We made it to the front of the line after realizing that we could forgo about a quarter of the population and scoot to a shorter line. Upon getting to the counter we were abruptly informed that our flight was delayed and there will be information in two hours or so. After a seven hour stay in the Lisbon airport, five more than we were supposed to, we were we on our way to Rome.

We obviously got in later than we were planning and unfortunately missed our chance to go to the Vatican for Christmas mass and get our turn to push the Pope to the ground. Since it was after 2330 (11:30 for you Americans) we missed the last bus and train and were relegated to taking a 50 euro ($75) cab ride into the city. Instead of being in the Vatican we camped out in our B & B and heard no footsteps on the roof. The next three days were filled with fun touristy stuff: the Colosseum, Forum, Spanish Steps, Trevi Fountain, The Vatican and Sistine Chapel, all in the cover of rain - fun fun fun. We traipsed around the city soaking wet for three days. Enjoyable, but wet.

We grabbed our stuff and hopped a train two and a half hours 150km southwest to Naples, the birth place of pizza. Take a guess what we did there. For three days we wore our eating clothes. Everywhere we went we heard loud bangs, explosions, and saw bright colored lights. Apparently it is a Neapolitan tradition to set off fireworks after Christmas until New Years. Naples possibly has in my opinion the best pizza in the world, sorry New York. We hit up three of the "originals," Da Michele (where Elizabeth Gilbert author of Eat, Pray, Love cried when she took her first bite), Di Matteo (where Bill Clinton ate and inspired the owner so much he opened a second pizzeria aptly named Del Presidente which has a Clinton shrine in the basement), Trianon (which only cost us a two hour wait). Each in their own right was out of this world. No one better then the next all equally amazing. Real Neapolitan pizza is the best hands down, I am now scared to eat pizza since nothing will ever compare. All our time in Napoli was not set aside for eating we also managed to make it to Pompeii. It was unbelievable what has survived for two thousand years covered in thirty feet of ash and soot. We were jettisoned back in time to 79AD, walking through peoples houses and looking at their art work, dining room tables, toilets, and pottery. There were even people frozen in time attempting to escape the carnage and devastation - very cool.

After our pizza eating tour and time traveling we are back in Rome for the New Year and then off to Greece on the 2nd for six days. I'll check back from Greece with more pictures.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Hodgepodge

Covilhã

Under the fountain in Covilhã

Under the fountain in Covilhã

Covilhã

9th century Moorish castle in Sintra

Sintra

Rossio (pronounced Hossio) train station

Baixa-Chaido

Baixa-Chaido

Chicken drowned in its own blood (delicious)

Brazilian musicians in a Bairro Alto bar

Miradouro de São Pedro de Alcântara

View of Lisbon from Miradouro de São Pedro de Alcântara

Baixa-Chaido Metro Station

Christmas time is near

Clouds rising over Covilhã

I have to admit, I have not been doing much these days, but I can to my credit say that I am very well rested. Night after night of 12 hour sleep is rather invigorating, it helps me get to sleep earlier. We have continued our traveling, but it has been back and forth between Lisbon and Covilhã. I have been able to get a real feel of my surroundings. After six weeks here I had my first "damn tourists" moment. Having grown up in the District, along with other Washingtonians, you occasionally get a fit of mild rage or frustration being stuck behind a tourist. Whether it is at the metro station, your favorite restaurant, or just driving down the street an out-of-townner can put the wrath of god into your mind. Me? I was at the metro trying to exit and some people ahead of me had no idea how to exit and were slowing me down. Now for once I don't consider this a bad thing, I felt like a local - yeah me. Now if I could only have cursed at them in Portuguese then I would be a local. For now this is my home and here is a hodgepodge of pictures from home.