Australia, An Extraordinary Adventure

The beauty of travel is that someone’s ordinary becomes your extraordinary.

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We were so excited to see Australia because one, I’d dreamed of it my entire life, and two, this would be our 7th continent.  How awesome was that?  Because of Covid, Australia had been closed to all tourists for almost two years, and for most of our trip, we wondered if we’d even get a chance to see it.  But mere weeks after the border opened up, we hopped on our flight to go and see the land down under.

We had a long list of things we wanted to do while we were visiting, but travel around Australia was still very restricted.  Unlike most countries, the individual states all had their own Covid restrictions and testing protocols.  To cross from one state into another, we’d have to undergo new covid tests and have new quarantine periods imposed on us, so that wasn’t very attractive.  Not having been here before, I didn’t realize how absolutely huge this country was either.  Australia is about three-quarters of the size of the US, but they have less than 8% of the US population.  Most of the land (the outback) is completely barren and desolate while nearly all of the country’s population is concentrated in the bigger cities on the South and East coasts.  To get from one city to another, we were looking at full day travel distances and expensive transit.  We were flying into Sydney, and because of the costs, distances, and travel restrictions, we decided that we’d need to stick around Sydney and simply make the most of our time there.

We’d caught our flight in the wee hours of the morning in Singapore, and after 8 hours of flying, we stepped off the plane into Sydney on a beautiful late April morning.  After taking our obligatory #7 photos in the airport, we grabbed our bags and headed for the arrivals hall to meet our driver.  We were staying at a popular hostel just a stone’s throw from the Sydney Harbor, and our hostel had arranged an airport shuttle for us.  Our driver was the utmost professional, and he walked us through the airport and out to our awaiting SUV. 

Our shuttle was quite expensive, but we’d researched enough to expect that transportation in Sydney was going to be generally pretty high.  The city has grown exponentially over the last 50 years, and although they’ve tried hard, they haven’t quite been able to improve the infrastructure to keep up with this phenomenal growth.  Traffic is horrendous, and there are ferries, trains, buses, and more available to travelers to help mitigate the issues; to pay for all of these mass transit options along with the roadway improvements, they charge fairly high fees, especially in that lovely stretch that we were on between the airport and the city.

Our hostel was interesting.  It was actually built over ruins that were in the process of being excavated.  We walked in on the ground floor, and aside from the elevator and stairs, there was nothing but ruins to see.  On the 2nd floor, we found the reception area, a lounge, dining tables, and 8 small kitchen areas.  The receptionist showed us how and where we could store our pantry and refrigerated items, and he ran down the list of house rules for us.  There were people all over, and from the looks of the kitchens, they were much better used here than anywhere else we’d stayed.  That’s not to say that the place was dirty; there were just people milling about all over, and the pantry and fridges were teeming with food.  The pantry was a 12’ section of double-sided cubbies where you could label and place your items inside.  The fridges were industrial coolers, and nearly every shelf was heavy laden with cold goods.  The large kitchen area was divided into four small kitchen pods.  Each pod had two sinks, two stoves with two burners each, two microwaves, and two toasters.  There were also stacks of plates, bowls, pots and pans, cups, and more in each kitchen area.  It was extremely well laid out, and it was practical and efficient. 

After checking into our room, we toured the rest of the hostel and found the laundry facilities, and on the roof, we found a large gas grill, more lounging areas, and a beautiful view of the Sydney Opera House.  Our rooftop overlooked the harbor, and from where we were, we could see cold waters in the harbor and the Harbor Bridge as well.  I remember standing in awe on that rooftop for a few minutes because, well, I’ve seen pictures of the Opera House thousands of times in my life, and here I was finally looking at it for real.  And, it looked exactly like it did in all of those pictures.  So many of the places we’ve visited on this trip have been a bit of a let down because they were surrounded by construction or the view was impeded by the landscape of the city or the angles that the photographers used to get their shots were unreachable by common tourists, but this one, this one was exactly what I’d been hoping for.   

I could have stayed on the rooftop for much longer than we did, but our stomachs were beginning to rumble.  Our in-flight meals were okay, but it was time for some real food.  We followed our noses to the Australian Hotel next door to our hostel.  One of the curious things about Australia is that there are quite a few businesses that are called Hotels, and most of them are not actually hotels.  I’m not quite sure I understand why they’d do this, but they do, and it took some getting used to. 

We picked a table outside under the cover of the roof of the bar’s porch, but to order, we had to go inside to the bar.  Brian and Henry had selected a kangaroo and emu pizza to try, and although that sounded awful to me, I was hungry enough to acquiesce.  When Brian went to place the order, thankfully, the bartender let him know that they didn’t have any emu today, so he settled for ordering us a ‘normal’ pizza with ‘normal’ meats on it.  The pizza was $32, so we naively expected that it would be a rather large pie.  When it arrived, we were a bit taken aback at the size.  It was about the size of a medium pizza, and it was thin crust.  For the three of us to be as hungry as we were, it took an enormous amount of self-control to eat slowly and savor it.  We finished our meal without leaving even a morsel on the table, and we agreed to go find a grocery store for our next meal. 

We knew that everything would be more expensive in Australia, but I don’t think we understood just how much higher the prices would be.  Even buying groceries and cooking our own meals would put a strain on our budget.  But we agreed to do the best we could, and after buying groceries for the following morning’s breakfast, we headed to our room to rest up a bit.

A few hours later, we ventured down towards the train station and found a grocery store on the lower level of the station.  We bought some groceries for breakfast for the week and we found a meal to throw together for dinner that night.  When we returned to the hostel, we claimed our pantry cubby and a kitchen area, and we worked alongside many others as we threw dinner together.  The hostel was very lively with someone cooking in every kitchen zone.  Homemade meals were the norm here, and old and young alike joined us in trying to save a bit of money.

We woke the next morning and found a kitchen spot to make our breakfast.  After a delicious breakfast of French toast, we decided to explore the harbor bridge area.  Henry had found out that you could climb the harbor bridge, and he tried talking us into that.  When we found the cost was $250 per person, we unanimously agreed that crossing the bridge on foot for free provided beautiful views as well.  The hike across the bridge was enjoyable as there were good views all the way across.  The bridge shook as the traffic zoomed past us, and I found that a little unnerving.  There were memorials on either end of the bridge to remember the men who died building it in the 1920s and early 30s.  They were sobering as well.

At the foot of the bridge on the opposite side of the harbor, we found the beautiful Kirribilli neighborhood.  The streets here were lined with immaculately maintained and expansive homes, and the streets were dotted with coffeeshops and small local businesses with unique storefronts.  This area is one of the older and more affluent neighborhoods of Sydney, and from the gorgeous shoreline, we could view the Royal Botanical Gardens, the Sydney Opera House, and the Harbor Bridge.  We decided to snack through our lunch, as the restaurants were a little too pricey for our appetites and our budget, so after a quick visit to a local market, we sat in the shady comfort of a park bench, gorged ourselves on chips, and people watched for a while.

We continued walking down the shoreline to see what we could find, and we happened upon Luna Park.  Luna Park is an amusement park, and you can see the enormous smiling face on the front gates from our side of the harbor.   We considered making an afternoon of it, but we decided to wait and see what else we might want to do while we were in Sydney; we could always come back.  Because the admission was only required for actually riding the rides, we were able to walk through and check it all out for free.  There were quite a few rides, and Henry was definitely itching to try them, but we simply enjoyed the views and listening to the kids scream in delight.

We made it back towards our hostel, but instead of turning in, we kept walking past so we could try to find the Woolworths, a larger grocery store near the train station.  The market at the train station had decent options, but we were hoping a larger store might have better selection and, fingers crossed, lower prices.  The Woolworths was located in a mall, and unfortunately the mall had been closed the night before. This time the mall was open, and as we walked from floor to floor, we still struggled to find the supermarket.  After taking the elevator down, and going through a few hallways and doors that felt like service hallways, we pushed open an unmarked door and found ourselves in the middle of the grocery store.  It was such a strange feeling to enter a store like that, and we kept waiting to hear sirens blare announcing our presence.  But no one seemed to notice or think it strange, so we tried to compose ourselves and walk through the store like it was nothing unusual. 

We found lots of good options here, and even if the costs were slightly higher, the meals would be better.  For dinner, we opted for vindaloo and rice, an Indian soup that Brian absolutely loved.  My version was less spicy than the Indian restaurant’s version, but it was still too much for me.  It had a delicious flavor, but it took hours for my mouth and tongue to stop burning afterwards!

The next day, we started with a walk over to the Royal Botanical Gardens.  The gardens were gorgeous, green and vibrant, overflowing with beautiful flowers, shrubbery, and small wild animals.  We wandered the meandering paths admiring the views and taking advantage of the photographic opportunities, and sooner than we expected, we rounded the last corner to find ourselves exiting the park. 

Down the path just ahead of us was the iconic roofline of the Sydney Opera House.  As we walked, the paved trail surrounded by luscious green lawn changed to the sprawling brick and concrete plaza of the opera house.  We enjoyed watching all the people around us getting their photos.  The Instagrammers were out in droves, posing in their best, and sometimes downright strange positions. We laughed at them, and then we got our own Instagram-worthy pictures too.

We couldn’t help but laugh as we watched an Asian family take their family photos. Like us, they were documenting their travels by taking a family photo on the steps of the opera. Their youngest child, a boy of about 4 or 5 was being extremely uncooperative. He refused to sit within 3 feet of anyone else, and wouldn’t smile at the camera to save his life. I couldn’t help but chuckle as I recognized that the struggle for good family photographs is real. And its universal.

The opera house was pretty, but at least in my opinion, it was prettier from afar.  We’ve seen the pictures of the opera house for so long, but up close, we just couldn’t get an appreciation for the unique design so well.  We enjoyed sitting on the benches outside, though, as the day was absolutely fabulous, and we’d worn ourselves out. 

The opera house sits on the harbor right beside Circular Quay, one of the largest ferry stations in the country.  From the bench where we rested, we watched ferry after ferry go out and come back in.  We could see the 6+ lanes of traffic moving across the harbor bridge, we could hear the trains roaring through the lanes above Circular Quay and the constant horns of the ferries as they docked and undocked, and we were surrounded by people coming and going through the plaza.  It was such a poignant reminder that Sydney is still a very large city, and we were in the center of it.

We grabbed some dinner at a little pub on the pier, and then we headed in for the night.

We found out that we would be the unexpected beneficiaries of a transportation strike earlier in the year in Sydney.  As a result of the strike, the city would be offering free public transit for all travelers for a 12-day period which just happened to coincide with our visit.  The free period didn’t start for another day, so instead of venturing too far out, we explored the walkable areas in Sydney once more on the following day.  We found a fantastic lunch spot in the basement of the mall with Woolworths.  Since they didn’t have any seating, we placed our order and found a nearby park to sit and enjoy our food.  We loved watching the long-billed birds peck around for insects, and we got a little nervous when they got closer to us than we expected. 

But on the next day, we started exploring the further reaches of the city.  We walked down to the train station and rode out to the Hermitage Foreshore Walk.  The buses were comfortable and easy to navigate, and since we didn’t know what would be in walking distance of the park, we hopped off a few stops early to grab a snack to eat. 

After another quick bus ride, we found the trailhead and made our way into the park.  The trail was paved and very walkable and it hugged the shoreline overlooking the bay.  We watched a group of friends having a good time jumping off the front of their sailboat, and we marveled at their stupidity as the water had to be insanely cold.  To each their own, however.  We had beautiful views of the setting sun over the water, and the meandering trail took us to several private beach areas where we could stop and rest along the way. 

At the end of the evening, we waited for the ferry to pick us up and take us back to Circular Quay.  We waited and waited, but the ferry never came.  We were starting to get hungry, tired, and a little panicky about not getting back home for the night when we came up with a new plan.  We caught the bus back to the station we’d stopped at earlier in the day, and then we walked down to their ferry station.  They had a more frequent ferry, and we thought we’d have a better shot at catching one. 

We had to wait a little while, so Henry played on the playground in the park while we killed a little time.  We laughed as we watched a nicely-dressed young lady clean up her dog in the water fountain.  Her beautiful, extraordinarily fluffy snow-white dog had apparently had a bathroom accident, and she spent 15 minutes holding the dog and washing his back end in the water spigot.  While not the most picturesque way to spend the time, we all laughed at her misfortune.  And that poor dog’s as well. 

At the appropriate time, we walked down to the water’s edge and caught our ferry for home.  We spent several minutes trying to figure out what was moving in the trees above us, but we finally came to the conclusion that it was bats we were seeing and hearing.  A little creeped out and a little amused, we made our way onto the dock and out onto our boat. 

The night air was beginning to cool down, so we chose to ride in the interior cabin and block out some wind.  Of course, when we got close to Circular Quay, we began to get amazing water views of the Opera House and the Sydney Harbor Bridge, so we had to go outside.  It was a spectacular city skyline, and it was worth braving the cold to get to enjoy it. 

Only minutes after docking, we found a spot in the kitchen and cooked our dinner.  It had been a wonderful day out enjoying the fresh air, but we were exhausted and starving.   

The next morning, we washed our laundry while we ate our breakfast, and then we packed up to leave the hostel.  We’d really enjoyed staying here, and we would have been happy to extend our stay, but they were full for the weekend.  After checking out, we caught a ferry at Circular Quay to cross the harbor.  We’d be spending the next few nights in the Glenferrie Lodge, an old home turned hotel in the picturesque Kirribilli neighborhood.

The ferry ride was short and uncrowded, and when we disembarked, we only had a short walk to get to our new home sweet home.  The Glenferrie was a beautiful old home with a cozy and private back yard.  We made it to our room and settled in, and then we immediately headed back out to explore Sydney a little more.

Our first stop for the day was at Wendy’s Secret Garden on the North Shore of the harbor.  We walked the 1.5 kilometers through Kirribilli and past Luna Park to find the garden, and then we spent the next several hours soaking in the lush greenery and diverse plant life surrounding us.  This garden was created by Wendy Whiteley on the land she owned with her husband, the beloved Australian artist Brett Whiteley.  Brett died in 1992, and in her grief, Wendy threw herself into clearing out this overgrown plot of land just below their home.  She would work herself into exhaustion clearing dense undergrowth and removing trash, old rusted refrigerators, and even rotting mattresses as her way of coping with his death.  She planted a garden and found happiness in creating a living, breathing, refuge.  The garden grew large enough that the public began to take notice, and Wendy allowed guests to come and visit for free.  Today, the garden is full of benches, seats, and resting areas where visitors can relax and find refuge from the city.

Our next stop was to visit the Hornby Lighthouse.  We walked back towards Luna Park and took the ferry to the last stop in Sydney Harbor.  We wandered through the Sydney Harbor National Park on the South Head Heritage Trail until we rounded the corner and found the red and white striped lighthouse overlooking the bay.  This lighthouse has been in use since 1840 and is the third oldest lighthouse in New South Wales.  We watched as the ocean waves aggressively beat against the shore on the east side of the peninsula.  The waters on the west side, the harbor side, gently lapped against the shore, but on both, massive rocks were visible deep in the water.  This entrance into the harbor is dangerous, and many ships have crashed here because of the hidden reef and strong currents.

We found a seat on a rock outcropping and decided to watch the sunset.  The colors in the sky were magnificent enough to make the return trip in the dark worthwhile.  We watched as fishing boats passed around us.  The moon rose and the grumblings of our bellies grew louder as we rested, and we finally headed back towards town. We found the Made in Italy restaurant near the park where we enjoyed a delicious pizza pie, and then we took the ferry back to Circular Quay yet again.  The ferry nearest our lodge had closed for the night, so after crossing the Sydney Harbor bridge on foot again, we finally made it back to our room late in the evening.

We had really wanted to go see the outback and glimpse some of the wildlife of Australia, but with our tight budget and timeline, we just couldn’t swing it.  It would just be wrong for us to leave Australia without seeing a kangaroo, so we found our next best option – a combo ticket to The Wild Life Sydney Zoo and Sea Life Aquarium.  We got up early the next day and caught the train for the Wynyard Station, and after a short walk around the marina, we found the entrance to the Wild Life Zoo.  We bought our tickets while we were waiting in line, and within just a few minutes, we were making our way through the gates to see the Australian animals.

Now I admit, I was a bit disappointed that the very first animal we got to see was a python.  Snakes are not my favorite, at all, and I could easily pass them by without feeling bad about it.  It just so happened that we arrived at his nest at his meal time.  Just as we walked up, the zoo employees, using a two-person safety system, delivered him the cutest little white fluffy bunny to devour.  Mercifully for us, the poor rabbit was already dead, but the snake still managed to find him quickly.  In a matter of minutes, he had swallowed him whole.  It was disturbing to watch, but the reality is that this happens in nature regularly.  And in real life, outside the confines of the glass cages and eager onlookers, the rabbit’s death is far more agonizing.  We stood with a bunch of strangers watching this unpleasant scene, and I couldn’t help but observe the small children as they watched.  I’ve not kept much of this kind of thing away from Henry, and these parents did the same for their kids.  As disagreeable as it was to see, it’s undeniably a part of life.

We also got to see gliders, numbats, and a super cute echidna.  We loved watching the Tasmanian devil run around his enclosure.  He darted around somewhat randomly, and it was like watching a funny looking dog scurry aimlessly around.  Henry’s favorite was the wombat, though.  Short, fat, and cute as a button, these little animals were fun to watch. Henry begged me to get one to bring home!  I enjoyed watching the platypus also.  It’s hard to believe that these animals are real because they just look like a Frankenstein-ish creature.  The platypus swims gracefully and swiftly, and it is one of the very few venomous mammals in the world!  And the koalas were absolutely adorable.  Sleeping high in their trees, these little bears looked like as cuddly as could be and you couldn’t help but want to hold one.

We saw several different types of kangaroos – tree kangaroos, wallabys, and a pademelon.  I wasn’t aware of how the different species varied so much in size, color, and adaptations.  Most of the ones that we saw were quite small, less than three feet tall, but they can get over 7 feet tall.  The zookeepers must be creative to make feeding more fun for the kangaroos and to keep them engaged.  On our visit, they were securing their food inside the small openings of a large plastic drink carrier and hanging the carrier high in the enclosure.  The kangaroos had to reach up high and work to get their food loose.  This creates a challenge and helps fight boredom.  The sweet little kangaroos seemed to enjoy the game.

The cassowary we saw was quite strange.  These large birds look similar to an ostritch or emu, and they are similarly flightless.  They are the third largest bird in the world, and they are often labeled the world’s most dangerous bird.  The large casque that grows on their head makes them appear a little more foreboding, but the casque is used primarily for hearing.  Their sharp claws and enormously powerful legs, though, make them deadly. 

We saw lots of reptiles and insects, and I could tell you about them, but quite frankly, I’d rather never think of them again.  There was a sign in the zoo that stated that 90% of Australia’s reptiles are found nowhere else on earth.  I’ll just say this about it:  Most of the creatures we saw were bigger than any versions I’ve ever seen before, and I’ve been to a lot of zoos.  Australia is home to many of the world’s deadliest creatures, and while these weren’t necessarily the ones on this list, running up on some of them in the wild would very likely cause me to hurt myself!

We stepped out of the zoo and found some lunch at the Cargo Bar on Darling Harbor.  The view was lovely, and we watched the people amble by enjoying the beautiful day as we ate our lunch.  At our designated time, we stepped back in line to enter Sea Life and use the second half of our tickets.

We really wanted to dive the Great Barrier Reef while we were in Australia, but because of budget and timing, we couldn’t pull that off on this trip.  Sea Life was the perfect place to learn about all the amazing plants and animals we’d miss by not going diving.  The exhibits were spectacular, and we saw hundreds of varieties and species as we walked past the various tanks.  Our pictures simply do not do the aquarium justice, as the animal variety, aquariums, and environment were so incredible to see.  We saw so many fish, eels, seahorses, anemones, rays, jellyfish, sharks, and sea turtles.

We’d never seen a dugong, a close relative of the manatee, but we spent a lot of time watching one eat his plate of vegetables underwater.  Like with the kangaroos, Sea Life helped to create a little more normal life for these animals by making their foraging a little more challenging.  We watched the dugong dive and swim to get his fill.

We also spent some time watching the penguins waddle around, but we let the other visitors have the best viewpoints here.  We’ve been fortunate enough to see penguins in a way that most people never will and seeing them in the zoo exhibit is just a little bit sad after seeing them thriving in the wild. 

We also got to see the lionfish exhibit.  The waters in the Caribbean where we’ve done most of our diving are teeming with lionfish, but they are an invasive species there.  Because they aren’t native to those waters, there aren’t any predators for them.  The lionfish kill off the fish in mass, and therefore hurt the economy and the ecosystem.  The waters here in Australia are the native home for these creatures, so seeing them here just felt right. 

We left Sea Life exhausted and mentally worn out.  It had been a fantastic day, but we were done.  We caught the train back to Kirribilli station, and after a few minutes rest in our room, we found our way to the Batch Burger restaurant for dinner.

We knew it would be good when we rounded the corner and saw the line coming out the door.  We stood in line, and when we finally got close enough to see the counter, we saw three seats coming open at the bar.  And we saw why the line was so long.  There were a total of 5 seats at the bar, and then it was standing room only after that.  Brian snagged the seats for us, and we placed our orders.  We watched the four chefs work within the extremely small kitchen, preparing burger after burger at an astounding pace.  Each person could nearly touch shoulder to shoulder in the small kitchen, but they worked together to seamlessly serve so many.  Our burgers were fantastic, greasy and delicious just like a good burger should be. 

After the meal, we retired to our room for the evening.  Brian and I sat in the backyard gazing at the stars and enjoyed the cigars we’d been carrying with us since we lift the states 8 months earlier.  We smoked them in the cool night air in celebration of hitting our 7th continent, and aside from them being a little dry, they were very enjoyable.

We woke up on our last full day and after eating a buffet breakfast in our hotel, we headed to the Circular Quay once more.  We were en route to check out Manly Beach, one of the most popular beaches in all of Australia.  When we stepped off the ferry, we quickly made our way to the beach.  Hundreds of people were lounging in the sands and soaking up the sun.  We claimed a bit of sand towards the edge of the crowd, and after laying out our gear, we began to talk about hitting the water.  The sun was out, but the stiff winds made it a little cooler than I liked it.  Henry and Brian braved the water, but I never made it that far. 

The most interesting thing about the beach for me, really, was the attentiveness of the lifeguards.  When we’d first arrived at the beach, there were several hundred feet of open swimming area, and it was all patrolled by lifeguards.  As conditions shifted, the lifeguards would adjust the swimming area and corral the swimmers accordingly, but they would all stay in the area.  By the time we left, the waters had gotten much rougher, and only a small sliver of the water was open.  The many lifeguards watched the remaining swimmers like hawks.  Swimmers were strictly required to stay in the approved areas, and any play that looked like horseplay or could be construed as someone needing help was quickly quashed.  I’ve never been to a beach so well protected.  I couldn’t help to think to myself that this felt like overkill, really, but then again, the conditions here change quicker than you might imagine.  In mere seconds, the water can get very rough, the weather can shift dramatically, and swimming predators can enter the area unexpectedly.  They keep guard like this because history has taught them they need to.  And that is just a wee bit scary when you think about it.

It continued getting colder throughout the afternoon, and we finally had enough of the wind and sand wearing us out.  We ate our dinner at the New Brighton Hotel just a block or two from the beach.  While eating on the roof of the three-storied restaurant, the fire alarm sounded.  Far from alone on the roof, we watched anxiously as the wait staff made their rounds from table to table and told us not to worry; it was a false alarm.  The alarm system was outrageously loud, however, and the siren sounds seemed to resonate from right beside us.  It probably blared for 5 minutes or less, but it felt like an eternity.   Thankfully our food was delivered shortly after, and the delicious meal made up for the inconvenience of listening to that dreadful alarm.

We tried some gelatismo at the ferry station as we waited to come back to Kirribilli, and we finished our day pleasantly worn out and thankful for our time in Australia.

The next morning, we packed our bags, and caught the train for the airport.  It was time to move on to our next destination of Thailand.  It had only been ten short days since we arrived in this beautiful land, and I didn’t want to leave it so soon.  I have dreamed of visiting Australia so many times, and it seems unreal to me that people actually live here.  I will be back again, and perhaps, I’ll get to experience a little more of their ordinary lives.

Singapore, A Whole New World

It’s a big world out there. It would be a shame not to experience it.

– J. D. Andrews

Singapore has been on Henry’s must-visit list for quite some time.  Brian was pretty excited about it, too, but if I’m completely honest, I was kind of dreading it.  It’s not that I thought it would be a bad place to visit, but I guess I just didn’t really know what to expect.  I cannot count how many times I heard Henry gush about their airport, and I guess I just expected the rest of the city to be way over the top too.  But, whether I liked it or not, it was the best layover option we had on our route to Australia, so we planned a short stay of 5 days to check it out.

We had flown through the night to land in Singapore early on Monday morning.  Our flight landed smoothly at around 7 am, and we made our way off the plane.  We were all really tired, but since we knew that Henry was eager to explore the airport, and since our room wouldn’t be ready for a while, we decided to grab some breakfast and kill some time. 

The airport was nice, as expected, and the Jewel, the mall attached to it was very pretty.  Most of the stores weren’t open yet, but the mall had everything you could imagine.  We ended up eating a Shake Shack burger for breakfast, and then we went to the center of the Jewel to check out the waterfall I’d heard so much about.  It was very nice, beautiful even, but at my level of exhaustion, I wasn’t all that impressed.  I was ready to find somewhere to stretch out and relax for a bit. 

We figured out how to get on the metro at the airport, and after a quick train change, we arrived at the Chinatown stop. Coming up and out of the subway station, I was amazed at the scene around us. I’ve never been in a Chinatown area, but the one in Singapore is well known and rather large. The colorful street was lined with Chinese restaurants and markets, and while it wasn’t exactly bustling at this hour, I could imagine how busy it might be in the evenings. The buildings were well tended with fantastic murals painted on several. There was quite a lot to take in as we walked through.

We searched for our hotel for a few minutes, The 1888, but we couldn’t find it. At some point, we asked the shop owner of an open air market stall for directions, and he pointed us to the right spot. After a few more twists and turns, we found an entrance to the hotel. It was actually on the 3rd and 4th floors of a large building sitting above the shopping areas, and to access it, we had to enter into a building foyer that our hotel shared with a restaurant below.

Our room wasn’t ready yet, so after dropping our bags with the hotel, we decided to go for a short walk and buy the cleaning crew a little more time. I had found an ice cream shop on the map that looked to be about 10 minutes away , and we unanimously agreed to head that direction. It was quite warm outside, and we weren’t adjusted yet to these kinds of temperatures. Without our bags, the walk was much easier and more enjoyable, and we meandered through town with ease.

Singapore was a beautiful city, and there was so much to see as we walked through.  The streets and buildings were immaculately maintained.  And the people smiled behind their masks as they watched us explore their town.  Everything felt structured with everything in its proper place.  It was fun to walk down the streets and look at all the interesting buildings, each one a unique design.  Our stroll was very pleasant, but unfortunately, it was not productive.  We found the ice cream shop, but to our disappointment, there was a sign in the window stating that due to Covid, they were only open for orders placed online the day prior. 

A little dejectedly, we walked around a little longer, and then we prayed as we made our way back to our room that housekeeping would be done by the time we returned.  Thankfully, God humored us, and we happily moved into our rather small new home as soon as we arrived.  The room was small, but efficient.  The two beds, a twin and a queen, were mattresses laying side by side on an elevated platform floor.    A very small section of floor housed a chair and a small table with a coffee maker and kettle.  And right beside the desk behind a very clear floor to ceiling pane of glass was our toilet and shower.  We laughed as we imagined how we’d manage the next five nights with absolutely no privacy.  Thankfully it didn’t take us long to find the switch for the atomized glass.  With the flip of a switch, the glass changed from crystal clear to opaque.  We were all a little more fascinated by it than we are proud to admit, and we were relieved as well.  We were also relieved to find the electronic shade that pitched the room into near complete darkness.  Although it would be a little tight, we’d make it just fine in this new home away from home.

We ate dinner that night at a hot pot restaurant by the subway entrance. This one was quite interesting. We placed our orders for ingredients through their website, and within minutes, a new plate of meat and vegetables was delivered. We each had our on pot of sauce to cook whatever we desired, and we had a hotplate as well for searing any ingredients we wished. The experience was wonderful, and we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. At the end of the meal, we had a bit of a shock to find out that this rather expensive meal would have to be paid for with cash. There were a few money transfer services that we could use, be we weren’t signed up for any of them already, and they all required days to properly set up. Henry and I waited at the restaurant like collateral while Brian went off to find an ATM. Thankfully, one wasn’t difficult to find, and he came back to pay our bill and collect us.

We were exhausted, and we all crashed hard that night. The next morning, we woke and leisurely got dressed and ready to go. We stepped outside to the brightest day we’d seen in quite a while. We wandered through several streets looking at restaurant menus and trying to find something that sounded good. We found more than a few unappetizing menu items that we chose not to try just yet, but thankfully, it didn’t take us long to find a restaurant with more palatable selections. Henry chose the steamed dumplings. He’d never had anything like that before, but true to his adventurous spirit, he jumped right in and tried them.

The meals were really expensive in the restaurant, as it obviously catered to the foreign traveler.  Thankfully at lunch there were half price meals to be had, but after seeing the meal prices, we began to get concerned about maintaining our budget while here.   We started researching to find cheaper options, and we found some information on the local hawker centers.  These are food court style centers where typically residents would eat far less expensive, and most times better, local fair.  We decided we’d try that for dinner, but for now, we were off to see the best Singapore had to offer.

We walked across town to the Marina Sands area.  Henry had told me about the boat shaped hotel and the supposedly magnificent Super Tree Grove nearby.  We walked through the botanical gardens surrounding the hotel, and we took in the artistic displays that accented the lush greenery.  It was remarkable how varied the landscaping was.  Gorgeous flowers, vibrant green foliage, picturesque water features, and these beautiful sculptures dotted the landscape while the backdrop of the downtown area reminded us that we were still in an extremely urban area. 

After exploring the gardens, we made our way into the hotel and up to the lookout.  From the observatory on the 56th floor, we were able to look out at all of Singapore, and it was spectacular.  On one side, we could see over the bay to the skyscrapers downtown. The sun was setting, and the golden hour lighting was absolutely breathtaking.  On the other side, we could look over the botanical gardens and out to the Singapore Straight and the nearest islands of Indonesia.  We took our time taking pictures and people watching until the sun was finally set because we wanted to admire the city under the lights as well.  The city was quite beautiful during the day, but the night view was even more grand.  The Helix, a unique bridge that was on our bucket list, was lit up beautifully below us.  The Super Tree Grove area was colorful from our perch, and the Singapore Flyer, the ferris wheel across the bay, twinkled below us as well.  We could have stayed there much longer admiring the view, but we were hungry and ready to begin our walk back home.

We couldn’t find the hawker center we’d hoped to dine at, but we found another on our way back to the hotel.  It was so different from the restaurant experience we’d had earlier in the day.  The building housed 40-60 booths, and in each one, a worker or two took orders and served meals from their 10 x 10 stall.  We found a place that looked appealing to each one of us, and after ordering and paying for our food, we headed over to a different drink-only booth to buy some drinks.  Then we sat down and waited for our food.  The booth owners brought us our food, and it was delicious.  For about $12, we all had more food than we could finish, and it was fresh and freshly prepared. 

The next day we tried a different hawker center.  The environment was very similar, and the food was equally delicious and inexpensive.  We were quite taken with these, and based on the food quality, we weren’t that surprised to learn that there were Michelin star chefs in some of these centers.  Street food used to be allowed in Singapore, but due to hygiene and sanitation concerns, the government began creating these hawker centers to be able to ensure public health was protected.  All the old street food vendors moved into these centers.  They’ve spent years perfecting their craft, and now, many have very dedicated followings.  They were fantastic places to eat, and we had the added perk of being great places for people watching.

That afternoon we decided to check out the grocery store just down the block from our hotel.  I love going to the store and seeing what the people in the region really eat.  It is usually quite interesting.  There was everything from crunchy shrimp sticks to spicy lobster crackers to barbecue flavored krill balls to crab flavored pea snacks.   never before seen ramen flavored Lays, seawood flavored Pringles, or chicken flavored Bugles.  And that was just in the snack aisle!  Oh, and we did find some Pabst Blue Ribbon to help wash down any yummy treats we wanted.  We passed on all of it.

On our way to our room that afternoon, we passed a vendor selling durians.  I’d heard of them, and there are signs all over the city warning you not to bring them inside.  I had heard they were a bit smelly, but when we passed the cart, I got my first whiff of one.  They really weren’t that bad, but they were strong smelling, and it smelled like rotting garbage.  In a poorly ventilated area, it wouldn’t take long for these things to stink you out.  But people were still buying them.  I read that they are delicious, but quite frankly, I have no desire to taste something that smells like that.

We walked about a kilometer and a half down the street to the Funan Center to kill some time and to hopefully find some air conditioning. The mall was quite large, and very unique. There was an indoor biking path that meandered throughout it, a rock climbing center that operated on one of the basement levels and sprawled up through the open atrium, and extensive food courts. Henry had really been wanting to go rock climbing, so he immediately set to work on convincing us to try it. After checking it out, we made a plan to come back the next day and let him wear himself out.

He had such a good time climbing. Brian climbed with him, and I watched, took pictures, and worked on my blog at a nearby lounge area. It was good to see them having fun together, and Henry climbed until his hands just couldn’t hold him anymore. We found the Little Ceasars Pizza in the mall, and he hit a second wind. He didn’t last nearly so long the second time though.

That night we happened upon a steak restaurant as we were wandering through town, and we went inside.  Steak is definitely one of my favorite foods, but because of the cost, our budget wouldn’t allow us to eat it very often.  I was really craving one, and I jumped on the opportunity while we had it.  It was delicious, mouth-watering, and cooked to perfection.  For a brief moment, the steakhouse felt like one back home, and all of a sudden, the distance to all of those we missed so much didn’t feel so far.  It was a wonderful treat, and I was very grateful for this bit of unexpected normalcy.

The next day we took the train to Little India, another neighborhood in Singapore.  We really wanted to visit India on our trip, but Covid was just making things difficult.  With India not allowing tourists to enter, it didn’t look like that was going to happen, so we tried to get a taste of it while we were here.  It was amazing how different this section of town felt from the rest of Singapore.  Downtown Singapore was so orderly and controlled; everything was so beautifully neat and tidy.  Chinatown was more colorful and energetic, but at the same time, it still felt structured.  Little India was like a little bit of wonderful chaos and confusion in the middle of it all. 

We walked through the Mustafa Center, a four story 24-hour mall.  This wasn’t your typical mall with stores linked together by a walkway; here the stores were all located within the same large room.  One store’s wares flowed over to the next, and we were never quite sure which ‘store’ we were in.  This mall sold everything from groceries to pharmaceuticals to tools and appliances.  The aisles were very narrow and a bit difficult to navigate, the place was packed with people milling about all over, but there were great bargains to be had everywhere we looked.  Goods were very inexpensive compared to home, and after spending a few hours stocking up on some of our favorite candies and a few electronics accessories, we headed out to see the rest of this area.

We found a ‘regular’ mall nearby and walked through it briefly in search of at-home covid tests we’d need for our next destination.  This mall was beautiful and spacious, and walking through it, if we could look past the roasted ducks hanging from the restaurant windows, we felt more like we were at home. We were eager to see more than malls, though, so we didn’t stay long.

We wandered through the streets and saw some beautiful temples, and just when we were starting to wear out a bit, Henry found a playground. Brian and I sat on the bench and let him play while we rested our legs for a moment. It’s always been funny to me how Henry can be worn out, dead tired one minute, and swinging like a monkey on something the next. Climbing has always excited him, and I can only count a few times in his life that he’s passed on an opportunity to do it. He joyfully explored the little playground by himself, jumping, swinging, and climbing to his heart’s content.

The streets were bustling here, and there were people all over. We found an open-air hawker center to enjoy for dinner, but even it felt different from the ones in Chinatown. We had a fantastic Indian dinner, and afterwards we explored the rest of the building. Not too far from the food stalls were the markets. The fish markets smelled horrendously (I hate fish), but they had an amazing selection for the shoppers. Upstairs we found all of the clothing shops. We even found several tailors making custom wedding and formal dresses there, and as I admired their craftsmanship, I couldn’t imagine how they’d ever get the pervasive smell of fish out of those beautiful gowns.

We made it back to our room that night with no issue, and we began packing up for a very long day to come.  We’d be flying on another very long flight from Singapore to Australia in about 30 hours, but we’d decided to make the most of the Singapore airport and hang out there all the next day before the flight.  We rested well, and when we checked out the next morning, we took the train back to the airport, put our bags in storage, and set off to explore this airport Henry had been so infatuated by for so long.

Ok, so I had to admit that the Changi Airport was really nice. The airport is connected with the Jewel, a mall having a full 10 floors of retail and entertainment options. It is nature themed, and its prize attraction is the world’s tallest indoor waterfall. We bought our tickets to explore the Canopy Park, a relaxing botanical garden and children’s play area on the top floor, and we made our first round around it in the light of day. Everything was beautiful and exceptionally well-manicured. Henry climbed out on the bouncing nets (nets suspended for the kids to climb and bounce on and look down at the 10 floors below) while I refused to look down due to the vertigo I always have with heights. We took lots of pictures, ate lots of food, and when we got tired, we took a break and went to the cinema downstairs to watch the movie Uncharted. It was nice to go to the theater, and it was even better that the show was in English too! In lieu of popcorn, we could buy salted egg yolk potato ridges or salted egg fish skins to enjoy during the movie, but we decided to pass on that. Later in the evening, we explored the Canopy Park again and marveled at the well-lit displays and the laser show on the waterfall. Henry would have loved to have enjoyed many more of the airport’s attractions like the free movies and the swimming pool, but we simply ran out of time. We grabbed our bags from storage, headed over to our terminal, and said goodbye to Singapore.

We’d always heard that Singapore was a safe place to visit, and although we kept our guard up the entire time, we never once felt unsafe.  We saw a t-shirt one day that joked how Singapore was a ‘fine’ city.  And it certainly is.  There are fines for lots of typical things you might not think anything of.  For example, chewing gum is illegal in Singapore, and you can get a $10,000 fine if your caught.  Forget to flush the toilet after your done with your business?  That’s a $150 fine.  Vomiting in a public place can cost you $200.  Jaywalking is a $1,000 fine, but it can also land you in jail.  If you get angry and voluntarily cause hurt to someone, you can go to prison for up to 2 years and have to pay a $5,000 fine.  Spitting in public is a $1,000 fine, and feeding those cute little pigeons can cost you $500.  Nudity, if you are caught even in your own home, comes with a $1,000 fine, and should you be tempted, connecting to someone else’s wifi, be aware that it could be a $10,000 mistake.  While all of this seems a little over the top to us as Americans, the culture they have created provides a very clean, very orderly life for those in Singapore. Crime does exist here, but it is very rare, and it is very harshly dealt with. As a tourist, it was a little unnerving to worry constantly if you are doing something wrong, but it was quite comforting to know you could feel genuinely safe too.

We loved it here.  Once we’d found the hawker’s centers, we were able to find inexpensive and delicious foods.  The people were exceptionally nice, and the orderliness of the society made it feel safe and welcoming.  I can see why so many Americans enjoy visiting Singapore, and I definitely hope to make a return visit one day.  Everything we saw of this country was beautiful in its own way, and I’d highly recommend you to take an opportunity to come see it for yourself. The world is so big, and there is so much to see. It would be a shame to miss it.

A Brief Visit to Athens, Greece

The biggest adventure you can take is to live the life you dream of.

– Oprah Winfrey

We flew into Athens on our route to Singapore and Australia, and going into it, we knew we wouldn’t have much time to spend in the country to make our timeline work.  We had a lengthy list of places we were wanting to explore, but most of those would have to wait for our next trip.  Henry and Brian really wanted to check out some of the beaches on the 6,000 islands that make up Greece.  I also wanted to go check out some of the historic sites I’ve read about in the Bible for years like Corinth, Thessalonika, and Philippi, but we chose to hold off on all of those for now.  Instead we decided to dedicate this trip to exploring Athens.  We only had spend 5 days to wander through Athens, and frankly, that just wasn’t enough.  We did our best to take it all in, but there is just so much to see and do in this tiny bit of heaven.  The little we saw was wonderful.  We were all very impressed by the friendly and kind people, the fantastic foods, the idyllic weather, and the amazing historical ruins.  I mean, really, what’s not to love about Greece?

We had found a cute little apartment for us to stay in just a short walk away from the Acropolis, and after landing at the airport and making our way through customs, we met our driver in the arrivals area.  It was a 50-minute drive to our apartment, so we had plenty of time to sit back and take in the city.  It was so lovely outside.  In the warm spring air, everything was beginning to green up and bloom, and the city had a magical feel to it.  Our driver double parked on a busy street just outside the apartment building and helped us get our bags to the stoop.  He handed us our key to get inside, and we walked inside to settle into our 5-night home.

The apartment was spacious and perfect for our stay.  Brian and I had a nice room, and Henry would be sleeping on the sofa bed in the living room.  We agreed to make that ‘his’ room so he could close the doors to the room and have a bit of privacy too.  There was also a small bathroom with a washing machine and a decent kitchen and dining room as well.  To keep our costs down, it helps if we can prepare breakfast at least, and being somewhere for a few days gives us the ability to buy more groceries in better bulk.  It doesn’t always work out for us, but this time it did.

It was dinner time, and we were all pretty worn out from the flight, but we decided to wander down the road a bit and try the Tarantino’s hamburger joint we’d found on the map.  It was only a few blocks from our apartment, and when we walked in, we wondered if it was even open.  There were four men working behind the counter, but no one was eating inside.  Starving and desperate, we grabbed a table and placed our order anyway.  The food was delicious, and we were so glad we’d tried it.  They were great burgers like we’d find at home.  We found out later that they had just opened up during the pandemic.  They filled quite a lot of take-out orders in the time that we were there, but no one else joined us in the dining room.

Afterwards we found a supermarket to get some breakfast for the following morning.  We decided that we really wanted some biscuits.  Biscuits are a truly American thing, and we haven’t found them since we left the US.  Henry requested biscuits with fried pork tenderloin for breakfast, so we tried to come up with that.  After 10 minutes of trying to figure out what the word ‘flour’ looked like in the Greek alphabet, we found what we needed to make the biscuits.  The meat was harder to come by, but we found a bag of frozen pork gyro meat that we agreed might be a good substitute. 

We crashed pretty hard when we returned to the room that night, but the next morning, we were up bright and early and ready to go explore the city.  We were at the very edge of the off-season, and the peak-season pricing would be going into effect during our stay.  We mapped out a plan for our time where we could see the more expensive sights before the pricing changed, and that meant that on this date, we would be touring the National Archeological Museum. 

We wandered through the streets taking in the sights and letting our noses lead us to some lunch.  Brian had wanted to go to the Falafel Guys restaurant he’d found down on this pedestrian street, but Henry and I couldn’t pass up this cute little pizza shop across the way from it.  We picked out our slices from several that were already made, and Brian gave in and ordered one too.  The lady at the counter cooked our individual slices for us while we waited, and then we sat down to enjoy our delicious food.

After lunch, we walked a little further until we found the museum.   It was very large, the largest in Greece, and it held hundreds of items on exhibit dating back to ancient times.  There were many old statues and grave markers dating back 2000 years, and we walked through the exhibits trying to take them all in.  The Greeks loved the human body, and there were many examples of anatomically correct models in each room.  We really enjoyed the exhibit on time where we could see the first mechanical devices that kept astronomical time. 

Walking through town, Brian and I were surprised by how many sexually explicit souvenirs were for sale right out on the street.  At every stand, there were erotic playing cards, postcards, magnets, and more with graphic images showing two or more people obviously in the act.  There were also hundreds of very colorful, almost decorative phallus-shaped bottle openers, key chains, and magnets for sale.  Sex was everywhere, but thankfully, Henry didn’t seem to notice most of it. 

We ate our dinner at a traditional Greek restaurant not too far from the apartment.  Brian loves a good gyro, so we picked this restaurant so he could have an authentic one.  Interestingly enough, gyros are quite different in Greece from those at home.  In the US, the gyro shops typically have the processed lamb or chicken kebabs, but here, it is made of shaved pork meat. Also at home, the meat and vegetables come inside a pita to make a sandwich.  In Greece, the meat and vegetables are brought out on a tray with slices of pita.  You just kind of make your sandwich as you go. It was quite delicious even if it was different.

We got up early the next morning to trek up to the Acropolis.  The Acropolis is a very tall plateau in the middle of the city that used to house the most important buildings of the ancient times.  We began our hike up the hill, and still near the bottom, we were able to see through the gates to the stage level of the Odeon of Herodes Atticus.  We bought our tickets at the nearby ticket booth, and we had the place nearly to ourselves when we began our slow trek up. 

We saw the Odeon of Herodes Atticus again once we climbed nearly to the top, this time from the upper levels.  This venue was completed in 161 AD, and I find it amazing to think that concerts are still held here.  Performances have been given from Frank Sinatra, Elton John, Sting, Diana Ross, Foo Fighters, and many more.  Although not much is left of the former glory, I imagine hearing live music in this ancient setting would be quite interesting.

There are quite a lot of buildings on the summit of this hill.

The Parthenon was an incredible sight to see.  Outside of the main structure, there were informational signs showing how much things had changed around this former temple over the past 40 years.  For many years, there was nothing here but massive piles of rubble.  Throughout history, other generations and societies have tried to reconstruct and repair these buildings, but in many cases, the people did more damage than anything else.  Archeologists have been working for 45 years to try to put the pieces back together again.  They have sorted and cataloged the thousands of pieces of enormous rock, and they have been working to identify where each one fits in the puzzle and building replacements to fill the gaps.  The buildings you see in my pictures are the result of those years of tedious labor. 

After visiting the Acropolis, we decided to walk over to Areopagus Hill.  This area is not much more than a litter-strewn rock patch that overlooks some of the surrounding valley, but in ancient times, this was a bustling shopping and market area.  Paul, as recounted in Acts 17:16-34, preached here to the crowds.  It was hard for me to stand on the hill as it is today and imagine anything like that actually happening.  I couldn’t help but wonder if that was similar to what archeologists first saw when they began excavating many of these other ruins.  I cannot help but find it amazing that people have the vision and tenacity to dig in and recreate what time and weather have destroyed.

We moved on to check out the Panathenaic Theater.  We had seen this one from the car on the way in from the airport.  For a fee, you could go in and take a tour of it, but from the sidewalk, you could get a really nice view for free.  This multi-purpose stadium is built entirely out of marble and was completed in 144 AD with a seating capacity of 50,000 spectators.  Eventually it fell into ruin, but the stadium was excavated and refurbished in 1869.  It was used for the Olympics ceremonies and events in 1870 and 1875.  It has been used for various events since then, including as an Olympic venue in the 2004 Olympic games.    

We decided to explore the more modern side of Athens the next day.  We found a local market and walked around it for a bit.  The markets are so foreign to me, even though I have been amazed to find them in almost every country we’ve visited.  This one had vendors selling everything from clothing to meat under the same roof.  We’ve gotten accustomed to seeing chicken and pig parts that we aren’t used to in the US, but this market introduced us to lambs as well.  They were a bit harder to look at, and Henry really struggled with it.  We didn’t stay at the market long because of them.

We found our way over to a toy store instead.  This was a massive three-story store full of every toy you can imagine.  Easter isn’t far away, and it was interesting to see the different customs related to the holiday here.  Apparently the lambada is a traditional Easter candle that people in Greece hold on the evening of the Holy Saturday.  These candles were everywhere!  In the toy store, there were common US toys like Legos and Barbies that all came with their own special Easter candles in the packaging.  We enjoyed looking around, and we found it funny how many toys are the exact same even on the other side of the world.   

On our way back home, we happened upon Hadrian’s Library.  Hadrian became the emperor of Rome, but he was a fan of Greece, and Athens in particular, long before that.  He donated this building to the people of Athens in 132 AD.  Originally it was 400 ft long by 260 feet wide and it housed many historic papyri and several lecture rooms.  It was destroyed in 267 AD when Athens was sacked by the Germanic Heluri people, though.      

On our last morning, our driver picked us up promptly at 11 just outside our apartment and drove us to the airport over the next hour.  She was very friendly, and we loved our conversation with her.  She was from Greece, and she obviously loved her country very much.  She had always lived in Athens, but she dreamed of one day buying a camper and moving out to one of the islands.  She said she knew it sounded crazy, but one day she was going to do it.  We never her told her about our own level of crazy, but we did encourage her to follow her dream.  After all, the biggest adventure you can take is to live the life you dream of.

Italy, A Beautiful Paradise

If we do not learn from history, we shall be compelled to relive it.  True.  But if we do not change the future, we shall be compelled to endure it.  And that could be worse.

– Alvin Toffler

Ah, Italy.  I’ve wanted to go to Italy for so many years, and who doesn’t?  It’s romantic and beautiful.  They’ve got ancient ruins to explore, lost cities, beautiful beaches surrounded by warm blue water, and on top of all that, they’ve got the best pizza and pasta that you’ve ever tasted.  And did I mention that the wine is phenomenal too?  We were in Morocco trying to figure out where to go next, and when we saw we could book $6 flights to Rome, we knew exactly where we’d be going next.

We landed in Rome after a smooth, mid-morning flight.  One of the first things we noticed was that there was a United States of America plane on the tarmac.  We took pictures of it as we disembarked, and we imagined all sorts of scenarios about which US official was in Italy with us.  It’s funny how good it felt just to see that US plane there on the tarmac.  After being gone for so long, it just felt good to see some piece of home when you least expect it.  Later that day we found out that the National Security Advisor, Jake Sullivan, was visiting Rome as well. 

We’d booked an apartment on Airbnb in the Trastevere neighborhood to stay in.  We had picked this place because it was centrally located; since we wouldn’t have a car, we needed to be able to either walk to or get public transportation pretty easily to anywhere we might want to visit.  This little apartment was perfect for us.  It had a well-stocked kitchen where we could cook a meal or two if we wanted, and a beautiful terrace where we could sit outside and relax if we liked. The only issue we had was that the shower was so small we could barely fit into it.

When we arrived straight from the airport, the cleaning man was still working inside to get it ready for us, but he allowed us to come in and drop our bags.  We decided to grab a bite to eat from a restaurant just down the street to help kill some time. 

Walking into the restaurant, I was a bit concerned because of some of the COVID regulations Italy had put into place.   Covid had been pretty rough in Italy, and they had created a green pass system for residents to safely get out and about.  Throughout most of Europe, we are considered fully vaccinated because our last dose of the 2-dose regimen was within the last 270 days (9 months).  For Italy, that qualified us for a Green Pass equivalent (the actual green pass is only for residents).  Italy took the regulations a step further, though, and in order to eat in restaurants, stay in hotels, enter many tourist venues, or ride on public transportation, you had to have a Super Green Pass or equivalent.  To get that, you either had to have had the last dose within the past 6 months or you’d have to take a antigen test that was only valid for 1 day.  Our vaccines were within the 9-month window, but we were past the 6-month window, so we didn’t have the Super Green Pass.  We worried that we weren’t going to be able to do very much while we were in Italy because of that.  As a worst case, it meant that we’d have to get several antigen tests while we were in the country, so we were still willing to travel to Rome, but it would get very inconvenient and expensive if we really had to do that every day. 

Thankfully it wasn’t an issue for us that first day.  The restaurant was a local pizza and pasta trattoria, a traditional informal Italian restaurant.  After showing the hostess our vaccination cards (which she didn’t look at closely enough to see we were past six months), we ordered two pizzas to split amongst the three of us, a salami pizza because pepperoni isn’t a thing in Italy, and a sausage and broccoli pizza.  The second one is very unusual for Americans, but it appeared to be rather common in Italy.  The food was good, but for all the anticipation I had about tasting my very first slice of Italian pizza, I wasn’t overly impressed.  The crust was super thin, which I love, but it wasn’t crispy at all.   If anything, I’d describe it as a little soggy. And I’d heard that Italians didn’t cut their pizzas, but I didn’t really think that was true.  It’s true though.  You order a pizza, and you get a 16” pizza whole.  You get to tear it into manageable pieces like a neanderthal at your table.   

We finished our meal, though, and we made our way back to our apartment to decompress a bit.  After stretching and relaxing for a few hours, we decided to walk towards one of the many pedestrian areas to grab a bite of dinner.  The host seated us without any questions about our vaccination status, and we ordered pastas all around.  Maybe we were just tired, or maybe our expectations were off, but we really didn’t enjoy the pasta at this meal either.  It was good, I guess, but it wasn’t exactly fantastic. 

The next morning we woke up and went exploring.  We wanted to see about going to visit the Colosseum.  Because of Covid, the rules said we’d have to have the Super Green Pass to get in.  They also said that we’d have to buy our tickets online ahead of time for a specific 15-minute time slot to enter the site.  We’ve been travelling long enough to see that what the government says people are doing and what people are actually doing can be very different; we didn’t want to go take Covid tests for no reason if they didn’t really care about them when we arrived.  We also didn’t want to buy tickets online just to get there and find out that they were sticklers for the rules and not let us in.  So, we thought we’d just check it out first.

The Colosseum was about a 30-minute walk from the room, and we enjoyed strolling about the city on our way.  I was amazed by all of the ruins.  We’d be walking along and looking at a market, then a church, then a 1000 year old ruin, then a school.  It was crazy to see how the ruins were just sprinkled into their everyday life.  I’d be looking at an architecturally beautiful building and notice that the remnants of an old wall were coming out of the side of it.  And of course, that was perfectly normal for the Italians who saw it every day. 

As we walked through town, we came across Palatine Hill first.  Palatine Hill is one of the areas that your Colosseum ticket allows you to go and visit, so we knew we could go here as well.  The line was very short, so we decided to ask the guard what we’d need to get into the site.  He told us the same thing we already knew – that we’d have to buy our tickets online and that we’d need the Super Green Pass to get in.  He said that since we weren’t from the EU, we could either have the third dose of the vaccine or a covid test to get in.  So we thanked him, and we decided that since we weren’t prepared to get the tests yet, we’d use the day to figure out where everything was.  We continued walking until we reached the Colosseum.  I’ve seen enough pictures to understand this building was big, but the photos really don’t do it justice.  Considering this thing was completed in 149 AD, it is quite a feat of the Roman’s ingenuity and skill.  The crowd milling around it was massive as well, so we decided that we’d need to arrive as early as possible to beat the chaos.  There were tour groups everywhere.  It was easy to find though, and there was quite a lot in the area for us to do.

We moved on to the Pantheon building.  The Pantheon wouldn’t be included in our ticket to the Colosseum, so we could go see it whenever we wanted.  It was free to enter, but again, you had to have the Super Green Pass.  We decided to try it anyway, afterall, the worst they could do was turn us away.  When we got up to the security guard station, the person monitoring our line looked at our vaccine cards (again, not looking closely enough to see that we were over the 6-months), and he welcomed us inside. We were relieved because as we were walking in, we overheard the female guard working the other line questioning other visitors about their covid tests that they’d need to enter the site.

The Pantheon is an old temple that was dedicated to Venus, Mars, and the divine Julius (Julius Ceasar).  The construction of it began in 31 BC after Augustus’ victory over Marc Anthony and Cleopatra.  It was donated and has been used as an active church since 608 AD, though.  Because it is actually still in use, it is in great condition and is the best preserved building from the era.  The dome of the pantheon is 142 ft across, and that little hole you see in the top, called the Eye of the Pantheon, is 27 ft across.  The building was very impressive, and we enjoyed our visit here. 

We headed back towards our room after the Pantheon, but while walking, we wandered across the Trevi Fountain.  This fountain is only a few hundred years old, but it’s still impressive to see.  Isn’t it funny how all of a sudden, a fountain that is only a few hundred years old isn’t that old to me?

The next morning we woke up early so we could be at the local pharmacy as soon as they opened to get our rapid antigen tests.  The process was easy enough, and 15 minutes later we were $66 poorer but we had Super Green Pass equivalent documents.  We still chose not to buy our tickets ahead of time because we didn’t really know what time we could get the testing done and get to the arena.  So when we arrived, we went to the ticket booth to see if there was any way to buy our tickets in person.  While waiting in line, we tried buying them online on our phone only to find that there was an issue with using our credit card on their site.  Thankfully, we explained the issue to the teller, and he allowed us to buy our tickets there instead. 

With tickets and covid results hidden in my pocket in case we needed them, we walked over to the entrance gate to begin exploring the Colosseum.  We showed our vaccine cards to security, and they let us through without questioning the 6-month lapse.  It was quite something to walk into it.  It’s a bit overwhelming to actually get to walk somewhere that I’ve read about and seen pictures of my whole life.  It’s a difficult feeling to describe.  There is awe and reverence and giddiness and everything in between.   We made it through security and received orange stickers to denote that we had access to the arena level as well as the upper section.  We were directed down a long, arched corridor to the ‘end’ of the stadium.  From there we turned and walked into the Colosseum at the arena level entry. 

After the great fire of Rome in 64 AD, the Emperor Nero claimed a large amount of Rome as his personal property.  He had a magnificent mansion built nearby, and he created a large artificial pond and gardens to help embellish them in this area.  After Nero’s death, Vespasian his successor, decided to return the area to the citizens of Rome, so he filled in the pond and built the Colosseum, known then as the Flavian Amphitheater, in its place for their entertainment. Construction of the new amphitheater was funded with the spoils taken from Herod’s temple when the Romans destroyed it as they quashed the Jewish rebellion in 70 AD. 

The amphitheater was built to hold dramatic performances, gladiator battles, exotic animal hunts with lions, tigers, pumas, elephants, and more, and other exciting games.  Entrance was free for everyone, and the Colosseum could hold as many as 60,000 people.  Each person was given a piece of pottery with a seat number on it when they entered the stadium so that they knew where to sit.  The seats were divided by class.  The most important members of society sat in the lower, marble covered seats with their names engraved in them.  The lowest members of society sat in the nosebleed sections at the top.  At the very top of the stadium, sailors would open and close the canvas awnings to protect the spectators from the weather during the games. 

The original arena floor was made of wood and covered with sand.  Under the surface, there were elaborate basement levels with 80 different elevators for the organizers to use to add new and exciting elements to the games or performances going on above.  The gladiators might be fighting for their lives in the arena, and at the moment they least expected it, the editor, the organizer of the battle, might unleash a lion from one of the floor compartments to add to their drama.  The underground structure also was also used to house the weapons, cages, animals, and the fighters themselves during these battles. 

Gladiators were often slaves, prisoners, or prisoners of war who were forced to compete.  If they were liked well enough, they could even win their freedom through fighting.  Sometimes, though, free citizens took up the career out of a desire for fame and fortune.  The gladiators attended gladiator schools where they could learn to fight well.  The conditions in the schools were similar to prisons, but the fighters were given ample food and medical care to keep them strong and healthy.  The gladiators fought until one was clearly defeated.  Usually it was kill or be killed for the fighters, but occasionally, the defeated gladiators were allowed to live if they had fought valiantly and the crowd liked them well enough.  The winning gladiator was given a palm and a crown as a prize, and often, these winners were well known and celebrated within the empire.

During dramatic performances, set pieces were moved around underground and raised through the elevators to enhance the plays, very similarly to a backstage area today.  The Colosseum also hosted naval battles as well.  During these times, the entire underground and arena level was flooded with water, and ships were brought in.  Spectators could watch as the performers put on a show, usually dramatizing a famous battle or siege.

When the Colosseum was first inaugurated in 80 AD, the citizens of Rome celebrated with 100 days of games.  During that time, it is estimated that over 2,000 men and 9,000 animals were slaughtered here during that time alone.  It was only used for a few hundred years, though.  Constantine, the first Christian emperor, was the first to ban the gladiatorial games in 325 AD, but they didn’t actually come to a complete end until 404 AD.  The gladiator schools were closed down by Emperor Honorius about 5 years prior to that.  In 404, a monk named Telemachus leapt between two gladiators to stop their bloodshed, and the crowd, angry at his interruption stoned him to death right then and there.  That was the final straw; Emperor Theodosius, a recent Christianity convert, finally put a stop to them.  The stadium was kept open for beast hunts though, and the last one that was held there was in 523 AD.

We walked through the upper floors of the arena imagining what it would be like to witness such gruesome games being played right before your eyes.  A display on the second level described the multiple bowls of perfumes that were brought in daily to cover the stench of blood.  It’s hard to imagine the bloodthirsty crowds eagerly waiting to watch someone die the most gruesome death possible. It was interesting to learn that in many early Christian writings acknowledging the games, the authors denounced the Romans for their idolatry displayed at these games, but they didn’t address the cruelty and murder.   

We left the Colosseum in search of lunch, and then we went to our next destination: Palatine Hill and the Roman Forum.  The Roman Forum is the old seat of the Roman Empire and the center of public life when Rome was at its peak.  The Senate was there.  The Emperors lived there.  The biggest temples and most important buildings in their society were all there.  Beside that is Palatine Hill.  The Roman aristocracy lived here.  Augustus chose the hill as the site for his own house, and later, it became the site of the imperial palaces. 

We walked into the same entrance to Palatine Hill that we’d tried the day prior, and just to see if they’d question us, we only showed them our vaccine cards.  Like everyone else, they were fine with those.  There was a lot to see in this area, but I won’t bore you with all of it.  The Arch of Titus was one piece that was significant to me.  Titus was the one who took credit for the defeat of the Jews in AD 70, and after his death, the arch was built to commemorate his victory.  Inside, there are scenes depicting his grand homecoming and all the spoils he took from the Jewish temple during the war.

We were able to enter the home of Ceaser Agustus.  Several rooms in his home are viewable, and you can see how opulent the rooms were by the fragments of frescoes still on the walls.

We had wandered through the ruins for long enough, but we had one more stop for the day.  We were already pretty worn out, but we’d be leaving Rome the next day, so if we wanted to see anything else, this was our only chance.  I very much wanted to see Saint Peter’s Basilica, so we made the hour walk from the Forums, past our apartment, and on to Vatican City.  We waited in line for only a few minutes when we made it up to security.  Somewhere along the way, Brian had lost his mask out of his pants pocket, and he didn’t have one anymore.  The security guy wouldn’t let him in without one, and we didn’t see any we could quickly go and buy.  Brian offered to wait outside so that Henry and I could go in, but before we could even make a decision about that, a very nice tourist behind us gave Brian a mask out of her stash.  We cleared security and started walking up to the entrance. 

A second security guard stopped us and wouldn’t let Henry and I go in.  In Italy, it is required to wear a FFP2 mask, and we’d been traveling without one for days with no problems.  Ours were standard surgical masks, and the one Brian had just been gifted happened to be the right type.  We debated our options for a few minutes.  Brian gave me his mask so I could go inside and see it; he and Henry very sweetly agreed to wait outside for me.  They gave me a kiss and told me to take lots of pictures for them. 

Reluctantly I walked in alone.  It was cold outside, and I hated for them to have to wait there for me.  It was also nearing closing time, and I didn’t know if I’d be able to go in and look around in time for them to each take a turn.  I did the best I could to walk through quickly, but it still took me 30 minutes or so at a fast pace; after all, it is the largest church in the world.

I have never seen anything manmade that is more beautiful than this church.  Everything inside is fantastically ornate.  Before I even got inside, the magnificent sculptures looking down on me, the glossy marble floors of the portico, and the enormous doors humbled me.  Everything is just so big.  When I first entered the sanctuary, the view was simply overwhelming.  In front of me, there was a 7-story, 96’ tall black and gold canopy over the alter where the speaker addresses the church.  On both sides, there were long vestibules spanning the length of the church.  Every wall was adorned with sculptures and paintings.  Many crypts were visible, each holding a significant person in the church’s history.  The ceilings were nauseatingly high at 152 ft tall, and they were covered in gold sculpted filigree and decorative embellishments.  There were multiple domes, evenly spaced throughout the building and each one depicted artist renderings of biblical stories.  There were several mini-alters the size of regular churches off to each side, and parishioners were meditating and praying at each.  The floor was covered in decorative marble, and throughout the building, there are markers that identify the relative lengths of other massive churches in the world.  The beautifully blended sounds of a choir group humming echoed in the room. It was amazing.

When I came back out, I found Brian and Henry, and I told them that we had to figure out a way for them to get to visit it in the morning.  It was simply too beautiful to miss.  On our way back to the apartment, we worked out a plan.  We’d get up extra early and be there when the gates opened.  Brian would go buy the ‘right’ masks so we could ensure we’d all go in together.  And because I really wanted to do it, we’d also try our best to climb to the top of the dome together.

The next morning, we woke up and started our walk.  Saint Peter’s Square was almost empty when we arrived, and we breezed through security.  Just for spite, Henry wore his surgical mask and carried his FFP2 mask in his pocket.  No one said a word to him.

The basilica is free to enter, but to climb the dome, we had to pay a small fee.  We had the choice of climbing 551 steps, or for $2 more, we could take an elevator part of the way and only climb 320 steps.  We hopped in the elevator and rode quite smoothly up instead of taking those additional 231 steps.  When we exited the elevator, we were actually walking on the roof of the main part of the basilica.  We could see the different domes spaced out on the roof.  While we were actually above the main part of the domes, we could see into the vertical sections to see the artwork in the very tops of the domes. 

We stepped inside to see the largest dome.  A short ramp led us to a balcony at the base of the inside of the largest dome.  From here, we were able to look down at the black and gold canopy, and we could clearly see into the arched ceilings of the nave.  More impressively than that though, we were able to clearly see that the paintings on the walls weren’t paintings at all.  Every single ‘painting’ in the building is a fabulous mosaic of 0.25” sized tiles.  To see them up close and to view the slight variations in color that make the finished products look so beautiful was amazing.  Standing on the balcony, you could reach and touch the 8’ tall cherub mosaic on the side of the dome, the one that was put there over 500 years ago!  One of the most amazing things about this little cherub is that, unless you’re standing on the balcony, you can’t even see it.  From the floor of the basilica, it is hidden by the balcony floor.  If you know what you’re looking for and can actually spot it, it is very small and almost unnoticable.  The amount of work that went into this basilica is simply mind boggling.

Henry and I both struggled with vertigo while we were standing there looking around.  The dome is 137’ in diameter (almost half a football field), and it rises at least that much in the lower section alone.  From the balcony, we could see the tiny chair that a regular sized person might sit in during a church service. 

When we’d taken in all we could, we stepped back outside and began the climb up to the top.  At first we walked up a ramp.  The ramp turned into a spiral staircase, the spiral staircase turned into very narrow stairs with an arched ceiling, and the stairs quickly turned into very tight switchbacks as we approached the top.  As we were walking through this, I struggled with thinking about how far down below me the floor was.  There was the dome, and then there was nothing else below me for the length of an entire football field except that pointy bronze canopy.  But we made it to the top, and when we stepped out on the balcony, every step was worthwhile. 

The view from the top was spectacular.  We could see all of Rome from that vantage point.  It was a bit cloudy out, but even so, we could see so much.  Saint Peter’s Square was still very empty, but it was beautiful from this angle.  We wouldn’t have time to go inside it, but we could easily make out the roof of The Sistine Chapel beside us.  The Pope’s residence was just beyond that along with several other Vatican City museums.  Even the concrete eaves on top of the basilica was engraved and well decorated.  We had the place to ourselves for a little bit, but within only a few minutes, a crowd began to arrive.  We decided to head back down to see the inside of the church before more tourists arrived and spoiled the experience.

We got down to the bottom, and the ticket line for dome climbing admission nearly wrapped around the building.  Apparently getting there at opening time was the way to go.  The stairs were rough to climb, but we did it completely alone.  I hate to think of how miserable that might have been if the crowd all went up and down together.

We toured the church together, and I showed them the most beautiful things I noticed the day before.  Henry was really excited about it, and that made me happy.  He kept borrowing my phone so he could take pictures of things that he just couldn’t believe.  We had time to really wander around together, so we found our way to the crypt.  The whole basilica sits on top of a crypt full of Popes, Bishops, and other Catholic church leaders.  In the center of the church under a painting of Peter is supposedly a crypt with the bones of Peter.  There’s an ongoing debate as to if those are really his, so I’m not sure if they are or not. 

We toured around for quite a while, but eventually it was time for us to head back so we could catch our train.  I’m so glad they got to see the inside.  It was amazing, for sure.  But, honestly I can’t help but have mixed emotions about it.  Maybe it is wrong of me to think that way, but the thing that I kept coming back to as I looked at all that opulence and indulgence, was that I don’t think Peter would have wanted it.  That first night when I came out of the church alone, we passed a woman on the street who had cardboard taped onto her feet for shoes.  I had just left this over-the-top, outrageously beautiful church, and outside, nearly on the steps of the church, a woman was begging for money because she didn’t even have shoes to wear in the cool Italian air.  I think the Peter who first followed Jesus may have had a vision like this church in mind when he and the other disciples volleyed for position about who would be the greatest among them.  I don’t think that the Peter who died a horrendous death on that same site for teaching what he believed would have wanted it though.  I think he would have preferred that the church help the little lady with some shoes.  I don’t know.  I just can’t help but wonder if the lavish luxury provided in his honor could have been better spent helping to spread his message of the church.

We made it back to the apartment to grab our bags and catch our Uber to the train station.  We’d bought our tickets the night before, so all we had to do was to get there on time, and hopefully find some lunch.  We’d eaten at the station the day before, so we knew we could grab some food in their food court.  As we waited for our food to arrive, one of the employees of the Five Guys restaurant stopped by to see our Super Green passes.  I showed him our antigen test results out of sheer spite because if no one asked about them, it was a waste of time and money to take the tests.  He insisted on seeing the vaccine cards instead, and like everyone else, he didn’t even look at the date.

He did warn me that several of the trains were running very late that day, so I should keep an eye on the update board.  Our train was still showing on time, so we crossed our fingers and ate our lunch.

Downstairs, we scanned our tickets to get into the platform area, but there was no platform identified by our train.  So we waited.  The people who were waiting on the delayed trains were all standing there as well, so it was very crowded and very hectic.  We found a rail to stand beside, and we kept our eyes peeled for any sign of the train.  It went from on time to a 5 minute delay to a 20 minute delay, and 20 minutes after it should have left, there was still no sign of a platform.  As we started getting a little nervous, a train pulled up behind us, and the display indicated it was the one we had been waiting for.  We made our way as quickly as we could through the crowd to hop on board.

The train to Naples (or Napoli, in Italy), was very nice.  We sat together in a 4-seat section.  It was air conditioned and comfortable, and it was only about an hour-long ride.  When we arrived in Naples, we took a metro to a second station, and then after a 5-minute walk through a bustling outdoor market, we met Enzo, our new host, at the door of the Cristal Home.  Enzo escorted us up to the 6th floor of the bed and breakfast so we could check into our room.  He and his mother had purchased the apartment on the 6th floor, and they’d converted it into a small two-room bed and breakfast.  We entered a code into the keypad, and the door opened up to a small foyer with coffee, tea, and snacks.  Our room was just beyond that.  It was a nice room with a queen bed, a set of bunk beds, and a private bathroom.  He gave us some suggestions on where to go for dinner that night, and then he left us to get settled in. 

Naples was very nice.  We were staying in the Rione Sanita district of town.  It was an older section of town and it felt very ‘lived in.’  Real people lived here.  It wasn’t set up for tourists or the wealthy residents.  It was where the everyday, normal Italians lived.  I loved it.  The market outside was a little crazy, but I enjoyed walking through it.  Outside the window of our room, you saw everyone’s laundry hanging out on their lines.  It didn’t make for pretty pictures, but it felt authentic.

We spent a few days in Naples and we didn’t do a lot there.  We mostly needed some time for planning, and Enzo’s bed and breakfast gave us a perfect place to do that.  One of the issues we were facing was related to covid. In a growing number of countries, our fully vaccinated status is no longer recognized after we pass the 9-month mark.  I was down to less than 25 days, and Brian and Henry only had a few longer than that.  If we followed our current plan, we’d be coming back to Europe after all of vaccines were past the date, and that would make things far more complicated and expensive.  We could get the booster shot, and that would simplify the situation tremendously, but we weren’t crazy about that either; we really didn’t want the first two doses to begin with, but to travel freely during a pandemic, we had to get them.  We couldn’t find anything on the internet about getting a booster in Italy, so we stopped by a few pharmacies just to ask.  One of the pharmacies referred us to a local hospital, but they said that they couldn’t help us unless we had tax numbers (the social security equivalent in Italy).  We started looking at more and more options, but still we weren’t crazy about any of them.  Croatia is happily vaccinating anyone who will travel there.  Australia is happy to vaccinate tourists as well, so long as all of their residents are vaccinated first.  Abu Dhabi would vaccinate me and Brian, but because of his age, they might not give Henry the booster.  We came up with a shaky plan about how we’d get through the next month or so, and it had a lot of ifs and maybes in it.  But it was the best we had. 

For now, it was time for us to move on.  We were heading down to the Amalfi Coast.  Brian bought us bus tickets one afternoon, and the next morning, we took off on a 30-minute hike across town to get to the bus station.  It was pretty easy to get there, and the bus was very comfortable as well.  About 45 minutes before we got to our stop in Maiori, we hit the Amalfi Coast.  The Amalfi Coast is a beautiful stretch of Italian shoreline and there are quite a few cliff-side towns nestled within it.  There’s a pretty good bus system that transits the very curvy roads and gives great access to all of them.  The road is treacherous, though.  Its narrow and windy, with cliffs on one side and rock walls on the other.  The bus slowed down considerably, and every time it approached a curve, it sounded the horn to alert motorists that it would taking up the whole road.  It was a beautiful ride, though.  The water was a spectacular blue, and the colorful buildings made you wonder how on earth people built them so precariously balanced on the rocks.  All over the hillsides, you could see groves upon groves of lemon trees. 

We changed buses in Maiori to get to Ponteprimario, a little town about 6 minutes drive from the coast.  We’d rented a little apartment there.  Our hostess Zajra met us at the bus stop and escorted us to our place.  When we walked in, we couldn’t really believe it was all ours.  It was a brand new two bedroom, two bath apartment with a very well stocked kitchen, a living area, and a washing machine.  For people who’ve been traveling a long time, this was like heaven.  We had privacy and luxury all at once!  And at $50 per night, it was a steal.

We loved our little place, but we didn’t really love the walk into town.  Typically, we will walk anywhere if it’s a mile or less, but much more than that, despite my desire to save money, I start to complain.  This apartment was 1.7 miles outside of town, but with no vehicle of our own, there wasn’t really any other option besides walking.  Thankfully it was very gently sloped, and it really wasn’t a bad walk either way.  We just planned our outings carefully so we didn’t have to hike it multiple times each day.

We got to Ponteprimario on a Saturday, and after we checked in, we walked into town to find some dinner.  We met a nice man named Mario who owned the nearby Mario and Maria’s Restaurant, and at his invitation, we stopped in there for dinner.  Afterwards, we saw a cute little grocery store on the corner near town, and we considered stopping long enough to pick up a few things for breakfast.  But we were really tired and just wanted to get back to the room, so we decided we’d just eat the snacks we had for breakfast and come back on Sunday morning.  Brian had remembered that the bus would be coming through towards Ponteprimario sometime around 8, so we walked to the nearest bus stop and waited there for the bus to come.  We waited for about 20 minutes with no bus in sight.  It was cold, and we were getting more miserable with every minute, so rather than wait indefinitely, we decided to hike the 1.7 miles back to the apartment.  By the way, we never saw the bus come by that night.

The next morning, we woke up, showered, and ate our snacks our host had provided for us.  We got a little bit of a late start for lunch, but we headed into town again in search of something delicious.  And to our surprise, we learned that everything shuts down on Sundays in Maiori.  Everything.  Every restaurant we walked by was dark, and even the grocery store was shuttered.  We stopped on one of the sidewalks to come up with some form of a plan B that didn’t involve us going to bed hungry, and a very nice man stepped out of the Casa Ferraiuolo restaurant.  They were open.  They didn’t have any tables at the moment, but if we were willing to wait for 10-15 minutes, they could get us seated. 

We had heard about Casa Ferraiuolo from our hostess.  She had listed them as one of the nicest restaurants in town, and if we wanted to go there, we should let her know so she could reserve us a table.  Brian and I were a bit worried about the price tag that would come with the meal, but with grumbling stomachs and no other options, we gladly accepted.  While we waited, they brought us champagne to sip on and a bread and cheese plate to snack on. 

When we finally stepped inside, we immediately felt underdressed.  Stepping inside was like stepping back in time.  The restaurant was very small and it only held about 7 or 8 tables in total.  The bar was large and took up a large portion of the room.  The waiters were all dressed to the nines and showed the utmost courtesy in everything they did.  We decided to split two entrees and an appetizer to keep our costs to a minimum.  Everything we had was very delicious, and the food presentation was beautiful.  We left that afternoon very pleasantly full and eager to come back again.

We walked around town for the rest of the afternoon.  Many of the stores and restaurants began opening back up around 7 pm, so we had hope that we’d find some dinner somewhere.  Henry had spotted a playground, and I stayed with him so he could burn off some energy while Brian wandered through town trying to find a pizza we could take home and reheat later on for dinner.  Henry had a ball playing by himself.  There were a couple of younger girls who thought he was something, and they eyed him for a little while.  Eventually their curiosity got the best of them, and they came by to ask him who he was and how he could do some of the jumping and climbing he was doing.  One little girl was local, and she didn’t speak any English.  The other girl was also local, but she had an Italian father and a British mother, so she spoke both languages very well.  She seemed to be the one that was most amazed by Henry’s skills, so they hit it off pretty well.  Henry taught her to do a few tricks, and she pushed him to try a few things she knew how to do also.  They were funny to watch, and I loved seeing Henry interact with kids, albeit younger ones, for a little while.

Brian signaled me that he’d found a pizza for us, so we left to meet him.  On our way home, we made one more stop to grab a few babas for breakfast.  A baba is a rum-soaked pastry that is very popular in Italy.  It was not very popular with us, however, and while we all got them down, Henry and I agreed to never touch one again.

The next day we decided to check out the Lemon Trail.  The town of Maiori is just around the curve from another town called Minori.  The Lemon Trail is a beautiful cobbled path that weaves through the lemon groves between the two towns.  Walking through it, you get spectacular views of both towns and the crystal blue sea.  We walked over to Minori to see what was there, and after finding lunch at a local café, we grabbed a few treats from a bakery our hostess had recommended. 

On another day, we caught the bus to Salerno, a town that was 45 minutes down the coast.  Salerno is one of the biggest towns on the Amalfi Coast.  We were going in part to check out the town, but mostly because we wanted to ask the hospital about getting our booster shots.  The local health department in Naples had finally responded to my email requests, and they confirmed that we could actually get the shot in Italy.  We had to have a tax code, but since we didn’t qualify for one through normal means, we could apply for the STP card.  The government of Italy believes that everyone should have access to medical care if they need it, so they have this program available to people that can’t get medical coverage otherwise.  This is typically geared towards refugees or people who enter the country illegally, but a tourist with a short term medical need qualifies as well.

After grabbing lunch at a fabulous little diner, we found the hospital pretty easily.  Italian hospitals don’t look anything at all like US hospitals, but at least this one didn’t feel like the mental asylum the Naples hospital did.  The security guard questioned us about what we wanted, and when we mentioned the STP, he signaled for us to come back in a few minutes when they would be returning to the office.  A few minutes later, he signaled for us to come in and he showed us to an office at the end of a hallway.  The older man who ran the office was very nice, but he didn’t speak very much English.  We told him we were there to get our boosters for covid, and after some discussion with his office-mates, he sent us with a young English speaking man to the third floor.  Up there, he tried to enter us into their computer system, but because we didn’t have a tax number, he had to send us back to the older man.  This time around, the man filled out STP forms for all three of us and sent us back to the third floor again.

We had new people check us in on the third floor this time, and they had obviously not dealt with the STPs yet.  The three of them worked together until they had us registered properly.  The shots were not available until the next day at 3:00, so we would have to come back again the following day.  We thanked them and went on our way. 

On our way to the bus stop to return home, we had a good laugh at the vending machines. You could buy anything from sodas, snacks, headphones, masks, condoms, sex toys and booze. This was at an unmanned vending area about a block from an elementary school.

The next day we came back, and right at 3:00, we came to the hospital.  The guard let us in and we went back to the third floor.  There was a group of 20 or so people who were all waiting to be vaccinated, so we got in line, and within a few minutes, we had our shots and were on our way again.

Another day, we took the bus towards Amalfi just to check it out.  Amalfi is another large city, although significantly smaller than Salerno.  Amalfi was beautiful.  The land flattened out a little before it reached the ocean, so Amalfi had a broader beach and a larger main street than Maiori.  It had a charm about it, though.  We wandered through the narrow cobbled streets and we found a beautiful church near the restaurant we ate lunch at.  It was Saint Andrew’s Basilica.  It was very ornate inside, and the steps outside were a perfect place to eat a bit of lemon sorbet on a beautiful Italian spring afternoon.

That afternoon, we agreed to let Henry stay at the apartment and eat cereal for dinner (his favorite) while we went on a date in town.  Our hostess made reservations for us at Casa Ferraiuolo, and we dressed up in our nicest clothes for our date.  We made the 30 minute hike into town, but because of the chill in the air, we agreed to buy bus tickets to get back home on.  Our dinner was fantastic, and we enjoyed pasta, delicious cocktails, and dessert.  After dinner, we made our way down to the bus station, and within only a few minutes of waiting, our bus picked us up and dropped us near the apartment. 

On our last day in the Amalfi Coast, we packed our bags and caught the bus at the Ponteprimario station to head into Maiori.  We were a bit sad to leave the comfort of our little apartment, but we had a new adventure to begin.  We changed buses in Maiori so we could ride back to Salerno for a third time.  The train station in Salerno had regular trains that would take us to Pompei, our next destination.  We bought our tickets at the kiosk, and within 10 minutes time, we were seated on the nicest train we’d ridden so far. 

Pompei was only a 30 minute train ride from Salerno, so we were there in no time.  We stepped off the train and took a few minutes to orient ourselves.  Our hotel was only about a 20 minute walk from the station, and since taxies weren’t readily waiting on the street, we decided to just walk it. 

The Domus Michaeli was an interesting place to stay.  It was located in an apartment building.  Similar to the one in Naples, Catello, our host, had purchased the apartment and converted into a bed and breakfast of sorts.  He built out the rooms so that each one had a private bathroom, and the once living area served as a breakfast and common area for the guests.  Our room was really nice except that there was no toilet seat.  We thought that maybe it was just an oversight Catello had made when he was cleaning, but after looking through the reviews more thoroughly, we discovered that it had been that way for years.  I’ll never quite understand why we didn’t have a toilet seat, but we got used to it. 

The window in our room overlooked Mount Vesuvius, which was pretty cool.  It was a little unnerving, though.  Knowing that we were going to see the ruined city of Pompeii that sat just a few blocks away from us and that the volcano that destroyed it so quickly was still active.  If the volcano erupted, we were very close to it.  I tried to remember that I can be a little overdramatic and that we’d likely be perfectly fine, but I had to remind myself of that several times during our stay.

The new town of Pompei, not to be confused with the old town of Pompeii, is very nice.  Of course, most of the people who travel there are coming to see the famous ruins, so almost every souvenir shop is geared towards that tragedy.  There are a lot of great restaurants around, though, and we enjoyed it very much.

We had a lot to see, and we knew we were only going to be in the area for three nights, so we didn’t have much time.  We’d planned to go see Pompeii the first day and then to go see Herculaneum, another city that was destroyed in the same eruption, the next.  We really wanted to climb to the top of Vesuvius and look down into the crater, but we just didn’t have time to do that as well.

That night we watched a BBC show on Pompeii to prepare us for what we would be seeing the next day. Henry was bored with the show, and I worried that he’d be bored with the ruins, but that turned out not to be the case.  The next morning we woke up and started our trek to Pompeii.  We were about 20 minutes from the entrance closest to us, and about 45 minutes from the one on the opposite side.  We’d read that it would be better to start at the furthest one, so we did.  As we passed the closest one, though, we were hounded by tour guides who insisted that it wasn’t an entrance.  They just wanted to give us information, they said.  We’d read to expect them, and we’d also read that they were scammers just trying to get you to take their high priced tours.  We walked quickly past them and ambled down to the second entrance.

We arrived at the gate and bought our tickets to get in.  They gave us a map to help us orient ourselves, and we were off.  Before I get into what all we saw, let me quickly go through some history to help frame up what we were seeing.

Pompeii was a very ordinary town before Vesuvius destroyed it.  There were some upper class and some lower class, but there wasn’t anything especially special about it.  Seventeen years before the eruption, the town had sustained significant damage from an earthquake, but the volcano had remained dormant after that.  On the other side of the volcano was a smaller town of Herculaneum.  It was on the coast, and its believed that it was a slightly more affluent town than Pompeii.  In the days leading up to the eruption, Vesuvius had started having smaller eruptions with smoke and rock being exhausted from the top.  Many of Pompeii’s 20,000 residents and most of the 5,000 Herculaneum residents had actually fled from the area because of that.  For whatever reason, some 2,000 people stayed behind in Pompeii and an unknown number in Herculaneum because they either couldn’t or wouldn’t leave.  In August of 79 AD, though, Vesuvius finally erupted. 

Within a matter of minutes, a massive cloud of superheated gasses, smoke, rocks, and dust shot upwards of 10 miles into the air.  As the rocks and dust hurtled back down, they began to settle on the town of Pompeii.  Day turned to night there.  In Herculaneum, the residents could see the massive dust cloud move towards Pompeii, but the winds kept the worst of it off them.  The continued dust and rockfall smothered the town of Pompeii, and eventually the roofs couldn’t hold any more.  Throughout the night, the roofs of the buildings finally gave way, and there was not much left to protect the people.  The people who were left in Pompeii didn’t all die immediately.  Archeologists have found some of them where they had eventually died on top of 12-15 feet of ash.  These unlucky ones survived the initial eruption, and they had fought to climb out of the ash and rocks as they tried to escape.  In Herculaneum, the residents continued on with life as normal.

During the next few hours, though, the superheated gasses that had shot up and out of the volcano, rushed back down, and as they fell, they hit the mountain sides and rushed outwards towards the towns.  They killed everyone that was left in both towns. 

In Herculaneum, the gases were extraordinarily hot at 400 to 500-degrees Celsius.  Anything the gas touched was immediately burnt.  The people never knew anything.  One minute they were alive.  They saw the cloud heading toward them, and as soon as it touched them, they were gone.  Their skin and muscles were burnt off their bodies in a matter of seconds.  In their homes, the wood was carbonized by the heat, therefore many of their everyday objects such as food, clothing, and wooden furniture were preserved.  The ash settled in over the next few days and buried the entire town in 50-60 feet of ash.  The shoreline that the city was perched on was moved over 400 yards further out away from town as the ash settled and displaced the water.  Herculaneum laid exactly as it was, and it was all but forgotten until in the 1700s, a farmer found the ruins while trying to dig a well.

In Pompeii, the gases were slightly cooler, at only 200-400-degrees Celsius.  Anyone who had survived the initial deluge of rock and ash, was killed when the gases hit them.  Their bodies were not burnt to the same level as Herculaneum though.  Their bodies were frozen in whatever position they were in when they fell, and as the ash settled around them, it trapped everything in place exactly as it had been.  Over the years, the remains, still maintaining a level of moisture, rotted away and left voids within the ashes.  When excavations began in Pompeii in the 1850s, the archeologist in charge of the project filled the hollow cavities with plaster to retain the shapes of the people.  Because of that process, we today can see extremely good representations of these people’s last moments.

When archeologists began studying Pompeii, they divided the town into 9 different districts.  Within each district, they numbered the blocks and the individual rooms.  This location system has given them the ability to locate where artifacts have been found and piece together a picture of what Pompeii actually looked like.  It was interesting to note that they aren’t done.  There are still several large sections of the town that haven’t been excavated yet.  When you walk by those sections, they just look like grassy areas.  Underneath, though, there are untold treasures waiting to be found. 

So far archeologists have found some 1100 human bodies in Pompeii.  Several of the casts have been put on display, and they are absolutely heartbreaking to look at.  A baby found near its mama.  A man doubled over, maybe in prayer.  A man and woman who were close to one another had climbed through 12ft of ash to fall over dead before their escape.  A dog who struggled to get air as his chain kept him tied in place.  A man who simply couldn’t go on.   You can’t go here and not look at the casts, but you won’t walk away the same person after seeing them. 

The city was interesting to walk through.  Some of the larger homes must have been quite fantastic.  Many of them still had remnants of frescoes painted on the walls.  Large gardens in the courtyards would have been lovely, I imagine.  Several restaurants have been found as well.  It was common at the time for people to eat in the restaurants during the day and at home at night.  And of course, there was the brothel.  The Romans loved their gods and sex, and there are tributes to both everywhere. 

Herculaneum was very similar to Pompeii except that the homes were far more intact.  Archeologists have only uncovered about a quarter of the city.  I’m not sure that they’ll ever get much more than that as the new city is built directly on top of the old one.  Standing on the surface of the new city, you can see that some of the buildings in the old city were only covered by a few feet of soil.  It’s really quite amazing to see this buried town literally underneath the new one.  Many of the city buildings haven’t been found yet, so they are presumed to be lost for now.  The buildings that have been found were much better preserved here, and it makes imagining the town a little easier.  You can see the multiple stories of the homes, bigger frescoes, and wooden features that simply don’t exist in Pompeii.

In Herculaneum, the excavations have found very few bodies.  In fact for a while researchers believed that everyone, or nearly everyone, made it out in time there.  But they made a gruesome discovery when they excavated the boathouses near the old shoreline.  Inside, they have found more than 300 skeletons all together inside.  Its possible that these people were trying to flee via the sea when the gas cloud blew through.  The boathouses were no match for the intense temperatures though, and their skeletons are all that remain.

On our last evening, we ventured across town to eat at a Japanese Sushi restaurant Brian had found online.  It was a long way from our place, but we figured we could see more of the city if we walked it.  Four kilometers later, we found the restaurant nestled into the end of a cute little building.  Our food was delicious, and while we felt a little bad about eating our last meal in Italy in a Japanese restaurant, it sounded too good to pass up.  Exhausted from the day, we chose to take the train back towards our room instead of hiking it, and tired and well sated, we crawled into bed once more.

On our last morning, we packed our bags and headed downstairs to begin our journey for the train station.   Catello met us at the bottom of the stairs on his way into the building, and at seeing our bags, he told us just to come with him.   He walked us to his car, loaded our bags inside, and drove us to the train station himself.  It was such a sweet and unexpected thing to do for us, and after walking so much while in Pompeii and Herculaneum, it was an incredible relief.    We caught the train back to Naples with no issues.  From the Garibaldi station, we caught the airport shuttle and headed straight to the airport. 

Italy has been such a wonderful place to visit, and we are very sad to leave it behind.  All the food we ate was amazing with the exception of that first day, and the people we met were really kind.  The little cities and villages tucked in along the shorelines are amazing, and they each have their own character.  The history of this place is what has stirred me most, though.  Learning about the lives and deaths of the people here was very fascinating.  It’s hard to imagine a place where cities can literally be built on the remnants of cities, but here in Italy, it’s real; I saw it for myself.  In school I was always bored by history because it just seemed like a bunch of dates and very dull stories, but seeing real fragments and touching actual remnants of it has been educational and refreshing.  I am like a new sponge, soaking it all in.   I cannot wait to come back to Italy one day to see and learn even more.