I think I've finally turned the corner on my jet lag hangover and slept almost straight through the night last night.  Amen to that.  I've now decided that my meds I packed in my carry on in the side pocket got "lifted" somewhere between here and Capri--possibly down at the dock before the porters brought the bags up to the hotel.  Good thing I had my jewelry in my purse.  I hope whoever jacked them from my bag enjoys the heck out of my HRT hormones, and if it's a guy, and it probably is, I hope he gets big man boobs. 

Our most favorite new family members, Marianne and Francisco, are on their way home from Madrid to Miami as I type, and have a great Naples story to tell.  Marianne is going to call me when she's rested up so I can hardly wait to hear it.  We saw the weirdest prostitute--I think she was wearing a black hood--so there's no telling what they saw.

There's still so much to tell and so many pic's that I'm going to get Fred to give me the link to the folders he made for Capri, the RD, and the wedding, and then I think he still has some more to make possibly for Pompeii, and Sorrento.  Pompeii was astonishing and I must say the Romans were no dummies.  The streets have ruts from the chariots and other wheeled vehicles, and stepping stones across each corner so when they flooded the streets to clean them, you could still cross them, and not get wet.  We walked ourselves to death and finally Francisco and I waved the white flag on finding the brothel, and went to get a Coke and split a panini, since we were starving. 

It finally took all four of us to find it and other than seeing the stone beds and "pillows", and a few porno fresco's, it wasn't all that intriguing  Above is a shot of the comfy stone beds of the brothel.  Yeow....makes your back hurt just looking at it, doesn't it?  The naughtiest brothel fresco's have been removed and are in the Museum in Naples, so big woo on that.  I did love seeing the Highland Park or Beverly Hills of Pompeii--the houses were huge and the open air aspect was right up my alley.  They weren't "open plan", as I would have liked but were still fascinating to see.  Francisco seemed to really enjoy seeing them since he is an architect.  I did ask him where in the hell the hospital was, since that's what he designs, but we decided the Barber shop was the hospital, and you probably just died vs any kind of nursing care, unless your family did it.  Out of the entire city of Pompeii that was buried, 3/4 of it has been excavated, and they still have the last quarter to complete.  No telling what they'll find--I'd love to go back and see the last part some day.

I loved Sorrento and especially loved our hotel.  They took fabulous care of us and their breakfast was a buffet of caloric naughtiness.  If you couldn't find something you liked there, something is definitely wrong with you.  The staff was very smiley, friendly, and warm, and knew lots of folks by name.   We just adored them.  The front desk was also top notch (gorgeous guys) and gave us several suggestions of places to eat that scored.  The Basilica had the best minestrone I have EVER put in my mouth--ditto their warm bread we swished in olive oil and a splash of balsamic vinegar, and a little salt and pepper.  (Eye roll here...omg.)

The newlyweds return to Nash sometime on Monday night, I think, and if ever there was a storybook wedding, they had it.  Now it's back to reality and that's a good thing.  Your own bed feels pretty darn good after that long.  Mine sure did.  Below is a pic of them on their way into the Blue Grotto, on their wedding day!

Sis is thrilled to have her people back home and did her "upright dance on her hind legs hop" in the driveway Thursday night, as we all howled.  Brian picked us up but knew better than to bring her to DFW.  She'd have thrown a rod in the car for sure.  She couldn't decide who to greet first but Fred finally won out, as he is her hunting partner, after all.  She's been taking turns following one of us everywhere, to be sure we're not leaving her again.  She's back to bossing everyone around here and just got Fred to take her outside, while he mows, by telling him to get up (small bark and head jerk that says " C'mon"!)  That girl is somethin' else.