I will never eat this crap again!
I get to the meeting point for the Pompeii day-tour at around 7 am and it is quite cold. In fact, even I, having lived in Boston for years, feel the need to wear a coat. I am a bit lost, or so I think, and I want to ask someone a question. As I look at the crowd of people gathering around a fountain, I immediately know who I can speak to – the other American.