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Get me out of here. I had a mental breakdown. Nothing about Naples was nice. Nothing about Naples was what I wanted to see. I was scared to walk around the streets, scared to be in this city. We were leaving. We were going back to Rome.We were suppose to say what everyone else said about this place. But, it was crap. Pompeii was nothing more than a waste of a couple euros. However, it was a beautiful trip down the coast. After leaving Pompeii and heading back to Naples, I was excited about the thought of purchasing return tickets to Rome. The news of the Pope's ailing health was all over the news. Getting a hotel was going to be tricky - better not let Megan handle this arrangement. We were back at the pizza place for yet another tuna pizza. It was the best pizza I had ever had. Because the night was still semi young, we both took our spots in the room and set our postcards and journals and filled them with our thoughts of the past couple of days. Although dying to have a shower, the thought of standing in the stall which was surrounded by black mould was somewhat less than appealing. I could hold out. Besides, we booked an actual hotel in Rome. --- We woke up to the news that the Pope had passed. We had made our reservations for the train and hotel just in time. Now, we had to get there before the swarms of pilgrims and tourists arrived. This place was about to turn zoo-like. We checked in just in time. Prices had gone up almost 50%. We threw our bags in the room and hoofed it to St. Peters again. This was something we had to witness. Posted by Bella at 10:01 PM# 0 Comments:
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