I woke up in Naples, Italy. The city was really dirty and sketch as hell. Everyone seemed to be hiding something, it reminded me of LA ha ha. Got to the train station, 4 euro, 45 min trip to pompei. When I got off there was this huge old german shepard just chillin. I noticed that people brought their dogs everywhere in italy.
Two blocks down and its 11am, this place didnt have any tourists. There were a lot of nuns at the local church, for once I got a taste of the culture of italy. The church was beautifully painted on the inside and everything was dead silent. you could hear the faint whispers of people praying. i got a sweet tooth.
I walked into this little ice cream joint for breakfast. I had another gellatto, coconut. It tasted like jamba juice but in ice cream form. 2 euros. The ice cream man had a devil tattoo on him, he barely spoke any spanish but i understood that he paid 50 euros for his piece which is dirt cheap. he though i was crazy when i told him my sleeve was over $1600. I guess tattoos are cheaper out there. His piece was the best one i saw out there. Of course once he started showing off his tattoo all the staff wanted me to take a picture of their tattoos ha ha. they were all really nice. The vendors here were locals and extremely friendly. My mother and I almost walked past pompei until a vendor told us where to go. It was a fenced off area, you had to push open the gate to get in. 10euro and we were in. We decided to ride the free bikes they would visitors use, i dont think anyone knew they were free. anyways...it was the first time i rode a bike since i was 16. sketch. again i got into it with my mom and we went our separate ways. there were signs posted where bike riders could and couldnt go.....but i cant read italian ;}
So of course I got lost and ended up 2 miles out of pompei into the regular city. After a vendor gave me a free map and lemonaide he pointed me towards a gate. then I got chased out because i was riding the bike, so i kept going around until some police escorted me to the main entrance of pompei ha ha ha. so once i get back in i go through another trail which ends up getting me lost in a restricted area. I was able to get into parts of the city that were closed off to tourists and kinda just wandered around. figured since there werent any guards i couldnt get into too much trouble.
It turns out in the middle of pompei there are farmlands, you would never see them unless you went into the restricted areas. The farmers paid no attention to me wandering around. I completely stuck out, they all just smiled. Once I got tired of being lost i asked for directions, they gave me tomatoes and pointed me down this path. I went down about 50 feet then i noticed the bike trail, so i took off down a steep hill with my camera in hand only to find out the trails met about another 100 ft up. fml. out of water. tired. sweaty. having the time of my fucking life!!!
I wish amanda could of seen this, I know she would of gone ape shit. I found something of "worth". I was blown away at how good the paintings on the walls were. How well preserved they were by the ash. I watched and tried to make up stories in my head of what the paintings were about. This one was about a woman complaining and the guy on the left not listening ha ha.
some of the rooms had little portraits by the entrances. the rooms were about 11x8ft pretty small but with high ceilings. there was nothing protecting most of the paintings. i was able to touch them and get extremely close to them. This one was smaller than my fist and yet it had decent detail. i wonder how they made paint back then??! and who was this woman??
After going back to where tourists were suppost to be i ran into my mom, she calmed down. i think she just got exhausted, the hills to bike on were fucking intense on the legs. She showed m the bodies of several people that were preserved by the ash. Its fucking crazy to think that these people were simply captured for all eternity by a volcanoe. some of them were so well preserved you could still see their facial expressions. up close this persons mouth was open and cheek and eye muscles clentched as if screaming for deal life or in agony. i wonder what was going through his or her head before he or she died. love. hate. sorrow. regret. pain???
the walls were very high, one think i noticed is that the materials used for buildings varied. some buildings had red brick, others stone, and others cement looking material. i wasnt sure what was the ancient material and what was newer. either way it was a trip walking through a town that had all of its residents killed. a living graveyard.
This was a kitchen, which means this is where you could of found my corpse if i lived in pompei when the ash hit. ha ha. you can see the stone, brick and cement material. the city was really advanced, funny how civilizations used to have food joints, baths, running water, theaters, kitchens that ran off natural energy that didnt damage the world. in a sence have we really progressed that much if the ancients did it better?? kinda stupid no?
I walked into this room and had a deja vu in the exact angle this picture was taken. Im not sure what it was but i swear ive seen this before. the middle was a fountain, the large doors on the left everything. creeped me out. but the rooms were much larger in this building, i could only assume this was the home of a wealthy person.
This was one of the few walls that was kinda protected. im not sure what they though a tiny single chan fence would do but i guess it works. this room had a lot of detail within its walls. one can only dream about what great things happened in this home, think about all the things that have happened in your home. all the sorrow. laughs. smile. that no one else will never know about once your move away. i wish you could travel back in time and be invisible, so we could watch what people did, what they said, everything. i feel like a kid. im having so much fun. i dont want to leave pompei.
Im not sure who she was or if she even existed. I did notice all the women had the same hair cut though, like little jewish curls ha ha. I found it odd that there were angels in this painting, im not too familiar with the cities history but didnt it get destroyed before the bible even came out? someone please look it up for me. after i post this ill forget to do so ha.
Je' adore this painting, at first glance i didnt get it. Its of a woman commiting suicide over a man, he might be dying as well. Its wierd this painting could be inspired by love (as in a woman wanting to join her husband after he was wounded) or death (a fallen soldier and she an angel). i loved the colors and emotion that came from it.
there was pottery and other tools everywere, unguarded. anyone could go up to them and touch it by simple going over a little rail. which i did, turns out theres nothing too crazy about pottery except that it was old as fuck. i tried smelling them to see if they smelled like a wine or food. then i felt stupid because these pots are hundreds of years old.
4pm it was time to head back, met some random girl that was singing out loud and started talking....with our hands ha ha. her name was Farollia and she was a local bartender. She liked Trans/techno and a lot of americas main stream music. My mom fucking hates when i talk to girls, i dont know what gets up her ass but she always assumes the worst. fuck it. im over putting up with her random mood swings. i made the most of it and had a decent hand conversations with Farollia. apparently bella is how you say handsome/beatiful?
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