This weather is CRAYZEE.

I feel like the phonetic spelling emphasizes my bafflement.

It's storming. I almost got knocked over on my walk home from class, and it's not like I'm a wisp of a girl. At one point it was so windy I literally could not take a step. Kinda freaky.

I realized, though, that while it's so miserable outside, this would be the perfect moment to share some more pictures from paradise (read: Italy).

Sorrento on Christmas! I stuck the camera through the bars of a gate to take this, and I'm pretty sure the only way to make it better would be to get rid of the truck and make the sky bluuuuue.

The Brother didn't think this was as funny as I did, but I lol'd. Who decorates their speed limit signs with snails?

Silly Italians, that's who.

This is what happens when you put a man on a horse...

...And this is what happens when you put a woman on a horse.

...

It was too easy of a caption to pass up. =P

Vanna White, you'd better watch your back. You've got competition.

We were really, really, reeeeally tired after our day in Naples.

Aaand the next day came Pompeii. (!!!)

I really, really, reeeeally loved Pompeii. It was fantastic. And beautiful and basically sent me into a tizzy. The Family was very patient with my excitement. (Until they got tired and bored.)

(Which, to their credit, wasn't until around dinnertime. Our normal dinnertime, not the crazy Italian dinnertime.)

The basilica! Which wasn't a church. It was a civic building where stuff was judged and decided and administrated and maybe some banking went on as well. They're not totally decided on the last one. But there's some really funny graffiti that's been found here. ("Whoever is in love, go to hell, I want to break Venus' ribs," "What a rude man, he didn't invite me to dinner," and "I am amazed, oh wall, that you have not collapsed since you bear the stupidity of so many scrawlers.")

I forgot to look for the graffiti while we were there, but I know it's there. Or was, if they moved it to the Naples Museum along with everything else.

The macellum! On the opposite side of the forum. It was two stories and filled to the brim with shops. The circular thing in the middle is called the tholus. It's where they sold fish. (Ancient Pompeii was renowned for its fish paste. Om nom nom.)

DEAD PERSON. Or a plastic cast with some bones mixed in, anyway. What a painful grimace. (His lungs melted. Or his brain exploded. Pyroclastic surges full of volcanic gases racin' down the mountain as the speed of a car on the highway. Mm-hmmm.)

The arch of Drusis. Oh, and the elder half of family standing in front of it.

They're not random people staring at me as I took pictures, I promise.

IT WAS SO PRETTY. And warm. Except it was pretty windy that day, too. But the sun was out!

I'm bored with this now. Bored enough to go try to write an essay on medieval Scottish poetry. Wow, right?

I feel like I might've been channeling The Brother on this entry. Hm.