Crazy Travel Stories: These Flip Flops were made for walking

Note, this post was written earlier in Quarantine but our site has been going through some renovations. Sorry for the delay!

Ah, another day, another quarantine.  

What day is it? Not sure.

What time is it? Really not sure.  I just know I’m rewatching The Office for the 489th time in a row.  There was a study that apparently binging your fave old shows is good for your mental health, so don’t mind me and my self care over here 💅

Other things I’m doing for my mental health?

  • Online cooking classes
    • signed up, looked at the needed kitchen tool list and lol’ed
  • Signed up for an online dutch class
    • I feel like we all know how this is not going to go
  • Not given myself bangs
    • I gave myself side bangs in high school and, looking back, disaster. I feel like I just deserve applause for not coming near my head with scissors
  • Walks through the park.  I get so excited the second I hear ‘let’s go for a walk’ that I completely understand dogs now.
    • And that’s what we call a SSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEGGGGGGGGGWWWAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYY

That’s right. We’re keeping it fresh. We’re keeping it lit. We’re getting shit rolling with another crazy travel story. 

And this story? Is about WALKINGGGGGG 🚶‍♀️

Oh you guessed that already? Because of my fire segway? I got you boo boo. 

So this story takes us to beautiful Italy.

Ciao bella.  

KDancks and I had just spent the day exploring Pompei and, you guessed, met a group of people that were awesome to explore the city with. They spoke English, laughed at my jokes and had the same ‘let’s see EVERYTHING’ attitude that KDanks and I really treasure. 

While exploring Pompei, I had Bastille’s Pompei stuck in my head over and over again. We’ll have another blog post on Pompei (highly, highly recommend hopping on one of the guided tours), but that’s a post for another day. 

Today, we’ve gathered to talk about KDanks and I climbing Mt Vesuvius very unprepared.  

The group we had met in Pompei already had plans to climb Mt Vesuvius after finishing the tour of Pompei. KDanks and I had planned on returning to Sorrento to grab our suitcases and be on time for a flight. You know, be responsible.

LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL.

You already know what we did. 

We did not go back to the hotel to get our bags, instead we decided to climb Mt Vesuvius with the possibility of missing our connection in Rome.. 

Now, you can’t climb for the bottom of Mt Vesuvius to the top.  There are tour companies (i.e. sketchy vans) that take you up ¾ of the way and then you walk the last part of the way.  I’m glad I don’t remember the name of the company we went with.  The driver was so horrifying, he had me begging for my life on the way up the mountain and the way back down. More on that in a minute. 

Remember how I said we were unprepared? 

Well I am lazy with asthma and KDanks decided to climb in FLIP FLOPS. 

FLIPPY FLOPPYS. 

FLIP FLOPS. 

Us at the top:

This is a completely dirt path at a solid incline, so allow me to fucking zoom in on this girl.

FLIP FLOPS ARE NOT RECOMMENDED FOR THIS WALK. 

I REPEAT, PLEASE DO NOT WEAR FLIP FLOPS.

Did KDanks crush it? Duh.

Was this a hint that this was going to go more downhill? Also, duh. 

Like champions, we finish the hike with our group and slay a photo at the top.

Yeah, we know we’re cute. And don’t @ me for wearing a Red Sox hat. 

  1. They’re a great team and I’m from Boston
  2. IT’S SUN PROTECTION
  3. I literally can’t see in any form of sunlight, hence the sunglasses and baseball hat. A single glare of sunshine and this bitch is blind and HURTING. 

I already hear enough from my mom that I ruin potential Christmas card photos with my sunglasses/baseball hat vacay look but this bitch is just TRYING TO SEE. LET ME LIVE.

Anyway, it’s time for us to head back down the mountain.  We stop by the gift shop, pick up some wine to enjoy at a later date and hop in the van. 

Remember how I said this man was a bad driver? 

Well.

Apparently, he is a MUCH WORSE DRIVER WHEN GRAVITY IS INVOLVED. 

SO. 

MUCH.

WORSE. 

The road has lots of turns and is pretty narrow, but this man has decided to take our lives into his hand and fucking YEET THEM OUT THE WINDOW.  

I have never seen less fucks given and last week, I wore the same sweatpants 5 days in a row.  

Yes, I showered, but I still put those same sweatpants on after.  I thought that was a whole new low, but this man surpassed quarantine-me. 

He was cutting people off, speeding and yelling at other drivers going to slow on this thin mountain road.  There are two ways to get down the mountain:

  1. Safely use the road that was designed to get you from the top to the bottom
  2. Fall off the road and tumble down the side of the mountain to meet what is sure to be a fiery death

Now, most people would select 1, but not this man. He was ready to welcome the end and take us along for the ride. 

Remember the bottle we picked up from the shop to enjoy at a later date? Who knew later just meant 5 minutes later to help stop a panic. 

The 6 of us are passing around 2 bottles of wine and DRINKING. Drinking with some dark jokes about how at least we saw the top and had some nice wine before the end. There was nervous giggling and chugging of cheap wine. 

I’m 112% positive the driver did not notice.  Maybe he did notice, but just couldn’t be bothered to give a hoot. This seems more realistic tbh. 

We survived the ride although our wine did not. A trade which seemed more than even to me. 

We said our farewells, made record time to Sorrento to grab our suitcases and made it to the airport with moments to spare to get through security for our flight back to Germany. 

Italy was amazing and I can’t wait for my next adventure with KDanks ❤

OH LOOK, MOM, ANOTHER PHOTO RUINED BY MY HAT AND SUNGLASSES. 

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