After sweating through my red Hawaiian dress, walking the Palatine and the Forum, listening to The Great Nerd, Mr. Rick Steves, podcast into my ear, the dark coolness of these open doors called to me. I should not really have gone in. I had to pee in a very serious way. As I approached the doorway, […]
Read More The Stairs and the Pick-UpYour first day alone in a city where you don’t speak the language is relatively terrifying. I decide to go check out the Vatican City, since churches and art museums are places I feel perfectly at home, and the Vatican has both. I also decide that I will walk down to the Tiber and follow […]
Read More Rome IIOn the Atlantic flight, my seatmate is actually Italian, Pisan. He works for a chain of fitness centers that are just expanding in Italy, and I rudely suggest that I thought European women didn’t exercise. The chain is like 24 Hour Fitness, or Curves, he explains. Yes, I’ve heard of them. Do I belong? I […]
Read More Rome IWhen I was growing up, we had this book entitled, “Be Nice to Spiders.” Its narrative suggested that taking a spider to the zoo was a compassionate alternative to smashing it. Spiders kill and eat a lot of the truly nasty bugs that you don’t want in your house. And can’t we all just get […]
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