Day 3 Part 1

Day 3. Naples and Pompeii Day Trip
Part 1

We set our alarm for an early morning start. Despite my efforts to pack the diaper bag and lay out everyone's clothes last night we still ran short on time. Breakfast is served at 7. Tour meets at 7:30. We shovel food down our throats, jump on the Metro, and make our way around the station in search of Green Line Tours. Way more complicated when street names engraved on sides of buildings are eroded by Mother Nature.
We are running up and down a street yelling into every bus asking if they are headed to Naples/Pompeii. Epic fail and I am worried we are going to lose the money shelled out on this tour. Just then Naomi spots a GLT sign down a side street. We race into the building and tell the lady where we are headed. She starts yelling at a young girl who starts yelling into a phone. We see a bus leave from the next block and one still sitting. I send Marc and the kids to chase after it. I ask the lady if we missed the bus and she yells something in Italian and I take off running. We make the bus (the one still waiting, not the one that took off. That one sat at the next block waiting to see if we were its passengers.)
I get a tongue lashing from an old Italian man. I don't take that shit from American men I most certainly am not going to take it from a chauvinistic Italian one. I jump on the bus and shout, "Grazie." over my shoulder.
The weather has again taken us by surprise. It turns dark and cloudy the first 15 minutes into our drive. It begins raining minutes later. About an hour into the bus guide's lecture we start to think we got on the wrong bus.
At our first stop we ask if we're on the right bus. 2 different tours are leaving from the same bus so this all very confusing. No matter how many times I ask I am ignored. Marc tries but isn't as forceful as I would like him to be about gaining information. I could never live here. I'm too outspoken, too strong willed, too much like my mother for the Italians.
Turns out we are on the right bus. Bus tour of Naples continues while others leave and head to Capri. Our new guide enunciates every single syllable. I may shoot my face off. Marc thinks she's great. I wish she was cute so I can at least justify her hire. I don't even think Italian is her first language. Huh.
We stopped at a jewelry making store where the hand carvings left my children in amazement. It was all very beautiful but a little pricey. Alora had just thrown up on Marc so I was a little distracted and nothing really jumped out at me. It's a shame because there were some beautiful pieces there.
We gave our food order to the guide so lunch would be ready on arrival. Choices were fish, beef, or vegetarian. Aidan and I both ordered fish while the others ordered vegetarian. When I asked what the fish was Aidan said, "I don't care! I'll eat any kind of fish!!" Bouts of laughter ensued.