Naples is a vast, beautiful italian coastal city that I have been really fortunate to be exposed to. But fuck – what a change of pace.
I wake up and I drink a coffee – single short espresso, always black – and decide to take a journey to the next closest town. I treated myself to the ultimate historic (and tourist) indulgence and snuck into Pompei. Though overcrowded with white people with dreadlocks, school kids, geriatric retirees and selfie sticks, I have never felt so overwhelmed by architecture. From the massive coliseum to the bathhouses and banks, the Romans lived like kings pre-79, when vesuvius erupted.
The streets, social gathering places, structures of houses and gardens are magnificent and the sheer volume of buildings is ridiculous. They’re perfectly preserved, to the point you could still sit at the fire pit near the stone table and cook a meal. The entire civilization was so advanced and democratic, so wise and sensical; the ancient city is such evidence of that.
Exploring the modern city of Pompei alone as a tattooed woman was very intimidating. I got approached, followed and harrassed often and decided to leave quickly.
Overall, my experience in the ruins was incredible. The ludicrously rich history and the sheer volume of ruins was mind blowing, humbling and I’m so happy I went.