Arrived in Italy at last! After many, many hours in the air (as well as sprawled in various terminals), we're finally here. Three days late is better than nothing, right? Severely jet lagged and astoundingly irritable, we grabbed our luggage, boarded our bus, and headed for the ancient city of Herculaneum. This city remains nearly perfectly preserved due to the volcanic ash (pyroclastic flow) it was smothered in after the eruption of Mt. Vesuvius in 79 AD, and we were able to pace its once busy streets and view detailed paintings in villas from nearly two millennia before. Also available for viewing were the preserved bones of Mt. Vesuvius victims, who had fled to the docks of the town to escape but hadn't quite made it out in time. While this intense level of preservation is truly remarkable, I believe the true hero of the night was the quaint, authentic pizza place next door. Ask anyone, they'll back me up on that one. Best pizza I've ever had. After that, we headed to the National Archeological Museum of Naples, where we explored every marble staircase and hidden corridor. Though, as we were severely sleep deprived, I feel as though there was more dozing than exploring. As of now, we're on our way to Sorrento, and against Mr. Hochberg's pleas to regulate sleep schedules, the vast majority of the bus is asleep. However, the promise of dinner and a comfy hotel room provides some light at the end of the tunnel, and we'll live to explore another day. Tomorrow, to be more specific. (Mom, I'm not dead. Yet.)
-Sarah Lowe
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