G may not have wanted to get up early this week, but she did, and today did so one last time so we could straighten up the apartment. While we were doing this, I called for the taxi to take us to the train station. A year ago I made a similar phone call that […]Read More Crossing the Atlantic
Today was quiet, on the Butterblogger spectrum. The first half of this trip was largely dedicated to Rome, in her chaos and noise, her width and breadth and depth. We have returned to Milan, which is a large city, but different. As tourists we are almost a focus in Rome. In Milan we are an […]Read More Prosciuttio and Closing the Circle
I alluded to something earlier this trip on at least two occasions. First, I said that there are some works that stand out and these works would remain important across parallel universes. Then I said that Bernini’s works really stole the show (not exactly those words). Well it’s time to continue the thought. Bernini and […]Read More In The Presence of Masters
Our time in Rome finally came to an exhausting close. Some things were hit, and many were missed, but that is the nature of travel. We can’t always do all of the things we would like as well as we would like. It is an ongoing series of choices and compromises out of which we […]Read More A Quiet Day of Recovery
Another early morning, this time not due to an appointment, but because we had two important things to accomplish. I rose first and snuck out to the local pasticceria for some pastries while G got ready. They were filled with apples and raisins, and very much what we needed. Delicious. A decision was called for. […]Read More We Have No Idea What the Weather Will Do
I was up bright and early this morning, finishing last nights post, and in general getting ready. I tried to be bright and chipper for G, but I really don’t think it worked. While I am not much of a morning person, she is really really not a morning person. Perhaps she will be more […]Read More What Do You Mean, The Drivers Are Scary? I Didn’t Notice.