What happens when you have a super studied plan and bad weather spoils it? Well, you end up losing midmorning in deciding what to do. Well, maybe not everyone happens to that, but that is what happened to us.
It was our second day in Pompeii and that morning we planned to go at city ruins, but while we were having breakfast, the sky began to discharge a tub of water of biblical proportions. As we did not know what to do or if the bad weather would continue in the afternoon, we asked Mateo, Fabio's father, if he could look at the weather forecast on his iphone. The aforementioned apparatus ruled that bad weather would continue not only that day, but all of us who would be in the Campania. With the click marked on his face, Mateo hurriedly proposed an alternative plan to see if we would cheer up a little: go to Naples to visit the archaeological museum.
First, I am not a fan of museums and less with a travel companion who stops to see each of the 2,000,000 works that the museum contains. And second: I was not ready for Naples. But how was a supposed traveler like me not prepared for Napoli? You may be wondering. Well, I'm sorry, I have no answer. I just wasn't. Without having the clear ideas, we went out to the street armed with our umbrellas and in those moments a clearing was made and it stopped raining, with which we returned to our original plan: visit Pompeii. However, after 5 minutes it re-diluted and, seconds later, we had the pants soaked to the knees. What was clear is that with that rain visiting Pompeii was unfeasible, unless we did it with a canoe, which was not the case.
After entering and leaving the B&B several times, I think Mateo gave us crazy, I finally gave up and decided go to Naples. Interestingly, just when we got on the train a sun began to shine that accompanied us throughout the day.
What have you heard about Naples? What is dirty? Chaotic? The headquarters of the camorra? Any positive thing? Given all this, to say that I was not burdened with prejudice would be a lie like a (Roman) temple, so I can say that I barely enjoyed my visit. Too bad.
The train left us in 30 minutes on the Garibaldi Square station, like Sants station in Barcelona and Atocha in Madrid, and despite the fact that the museum stop was as follows, we went down to look for a map to the tourist office on the main floor. With the map in hand, we went back down to the platform and went to the Cavour station where the museum is. When going outside, the city reminded me a lot of Lisbon, but in worse conditions. Multicolored buildings all of them rickety.