Today we went to see Pompeii. The Italian city, not the coach of the Mighty Ducks.
I don’t know why I get those confused so often, but I do.
For all you foodies out there, here’s a photo of my supper. It’s Calamari and there was a tentacle in it, which made me smile. Until I realized I was suppose to eat it. Then it made me cringe. And squirm. And then I realized that the tentacle was also cringing and squirming. At which point I was no longer very hungry.
Instead of devouring the mostly chopped up tentacle creature I decided, perhaps a more humane action would be to help set it free back into the wild.
This was undoubtedly one of my more disastrous ideas because my feet are in no condition for running and Italians do not take kindly to tourists running through the street with bowls of food while crying and yelling “I’ll save you little buddy! Just hang in there!”
Today was our last day in Italy. From the looks I’m getting from my companions… well…
So, Pompeii was really interesting. They’ve really cleaned the place up, which is neat, although it would have been certainly more impressive if they could have kept the lava flowing and done evacuation drills and realistic re-enactment’s.
Well, as it’s my last night in Italy I figure I should stay out as late as possible and soak in the culture for a few more hours. I can always sleep on the plane.