Day two was a rest day. We went to a private beach that looked upon Naples and Mt. Vesuvius (the volcano that destroyed Pompeii.) We didn't visit Pompeii. I was there to climb and eat and not ponder ruins, which always seem to me to require a very capable, if not hallucinatory imagination to appreciate, since you're looking at mere remnants or traces that signify nothing to the untrained eye.
I also didn't realize the Mediterranean was salt water. My excuse is that i'm american. We hung out with a good friend of John's named Simona, adorable in all regards.
Mediterranean beaches have a tendency towards the sizeable limestone pebbles and rocks instead of sand, which is a take it or leave it kind of thing... I left my chacos on.
John duly noted that the ingenious sun shade design of the orange beach chairs allows you to hide from your enemies. Unless they recognize your farmer's tan and hairy shins.
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