
Pompeii was hot, having a little vegetation to keep the area cool. It was eerie and fascinating all at the same time. We learned how the people lived, saw some wonderful frescos and mosaics that were being restored.
And of course, there was the plaster casts and the stories told of the last days. I can almost close my eyes and see the mountain explode, feel the fear and desperation.
Laslo pointed to a hotel saying they have the cheapest and the best lunch. Tour guides make friends along the way with businesses, shops and restaurants. They make money from directing people to those businesses. The issue I have is that these businesses sometimes (often) tailer their menus, their cuisines more to the American (bland) palette. The four of us struck out on her own and found a place not too far away. When we got back to the bus, we found that our place was cheaper and better. We got some authentic margarita pizza.

We set off to Bari, Italy. It is the home of Saint Nicholas, the patron saint of children and gifting. Rumor has it that was who Santa Claus was modeled after.
We didn’t have time to stop in to tour Bari much, other than the church. We had to get a board the ferry.
We decided that Dominico was such a good driver and got us where we need to go safely that we tipped him US$140. We only hope the new driver in Greece this is good.
The ship is small (when compared to cruise ships) but sturdy and so far Teresa is feeling fine and I’ve gotten over whatever I had. This is a true ferry, carrying cars and trucks. It was also a ship with shops a casino, a bar and a dance floor. There also state rooms with beds for overnight trips. After a good dinner we left port on this a Superfast ferry. When we were out to sea, some of us ventured up to the upper decks. The winds on there were very fierce. It was fun to walk up there. We bid each other good night and retired to our rooms.
Tomorrow will be in Olympia Greece.