I created and mailed 3 new compliations to my friend Josh this week. As usual, I used some photography from my trips for the artwork. Another usual for me, is naming the disc from a lyric on that particular disc. Click on an image for a larger view and the ability to scroll.
Archive for the ‘Italy’ Category
Finally, I have finished my day-to-day trip journal from my trip to Italy May 5, 2009 – May 28, 2009. Its only taken me nearly a year! Although I still plan to post snides about all the food, and reviews of all the places we stayed, this concludes my day-to-day journal. I hope you enjoyed it. Here are the last 3 that I just posted today.
It takes me a long time to debrief. When I return from a vacation, or an event like a birthday or Christmas, it often takes me awhile to process and conclude. Sometimes its Christmas time before I have organized, and sorted through birthday presents. And in the case of my trip to Italy, sometimes the debriefing goes into the next year.
Its not that I don’t care or that these things aren’t on my mind. It’s merely that life moves fast and sometimes you have to stick things on the side just to keep up.
Since it had been so long since my trip, I had decided that I was going to wait until I had the final 8 journals and 3 review posts done and then post them all at once. But I found that this was making it a larger task, and I needed to have some check marks.
So today, I have back dated and posted 5 new Italy journals. I still have 3 more to get on here, plus 3 reviews. But I needed some momentum. Hopefully I did that with these 5. I will get the others soon (within the next year?).
Remember, you can view any post that I have put into the “Italy” category on the right. You can also go to these 5 directly.
My friend from college, Annette Richards, wife of Andrew-who once wrote a guest snide- recently made a list on her facebook. Her list was of different musicisans she had come to like, because a friend of hers shared them with her.
I thought it was really cool, and at the same time, I wanted to be on that list. So I was determined to come up with some good songs or artists that she might not have heard of. I sent her a list of songs and artists, and she had heard of a few of them. So I took the remainders, and along with my great birthday cd of 2006 (I should post that one too), I sent her 2 cds with artist samplers. Maybe she will fall in love with one of the artists (I predict Phoenix), and I can make her list. Here are the cd’s.
I have backdated another post from italy. This one is from our travel day from florence to montalcino. Thanks for reading and your patience with me trying to catch up on this task.
I brought back a Juventus jersey for my niece. She has her game face on.
I got behind on posting and writing up my journals from my trip. To my reader(s) out there, I still plan on writing and posting those. When I do, I will backdate them to the date of the day that I am writing about. I just finished publishing one from May 16 that you can see by scrolling down to that date. Thank you for your love and support. Keep checking as I post in the future, past journal entries from my trip.
Got up at 5am and left our place at 6:05. We walked a few blocks to the taxi stand outside of Piazza Navona. Goodbyes were said, and tears were cried. Ciao Rome.
Ending trips is always sad. Especially if you’re traveling with someone and you don’t get to sit next to them on the airplane. You feel disjointed, alone.
Trips ending suck. There is no more excitement, just finality’s. Going back unhappy that life is moving on, life is getting older, quickly fading away.
I assess that I have about 30 years of able travel left in my life, before bones and knees ache and travel is difficult. Lately I have gone on big trips every couple of years (London/Paris in 2007, Rome in 2009), so that would leave 15 years left of able worldwide travel. I better make every trip count.
It is sad leaving Rome, ending this trip. Where will I be in life next time I come to Rome? The last time I came to Rome I was about to be a senior in college. How much different is my life now from what I expected and hoped? Will this have been my last time to Rome? Did I just say goodbye to the Trevi Fountain? Even more, will this be my last trip to Europe?
I just got on the plane and I am sad–as you can tell. I hope the person that will be sitting next to me is small in size, not grotesque, doesn’t smell badly, and is a nice person.
This flying stuff has been a lot easier than I remember. I could almost get used to it. I have been on the plane for 7 hours now, taken little naps, and watched 1.5 movies. I have put on Coconut Records 21 tracks on my ipod and I have not made it to song 11 awake, multiple times. I think i have done this play-list 4 times now and I sleep till it finishes, then the engine noise wakes me up.
I watched the movie Marley and Me and I must admit that I cried numerous times. Why do they advertise these movies as comedies and then draw the rain?
One part that got me was when Owen Wilson said “He gets to come home” and then of course the other moments towards the end, and the sudden end (which reminds me of a scene in the movie Fletch).
Dr. Joseph Dolan: You know, it’s a shame about Ed.
Fletch: Oh, it was. Yeah, it was really a shame. To go so suddenly like that.
Dr. Joseph Dolan: Ahh, he was dying for years.
Fletch: Sure, but… the end was really… very sudden.
Dr. Joseph Dolan: He was in intensive care for eight weeks!
Fletch: Yeah, but I mean the very end, when he actually died. That was extremely sudden.
I woke up from one of those naps to see that Get Smart was on and about 75% done. Darn. I feel that I need to take advantage of the things that make time go fast: the movies, the sleeping…
They just showed the chart of where the plane is. I love those things. They show a picture of where in the world the plane is and the course it has taken. Right now we are nearing Newfoundland and the edges of Canada. It says we have 3:03 left till NY. Oops, maybe I spoke too soon about getting used to this.
When I get into NY, there is customs and then a 2 hour layover before another 6.5 hour flight.
It’s been 10 hours since I caught the cab in Rome and an exact 12 hours till we arrive in San Diego. Add that up, plus the hour earlier than that that I woke up this morning in Rome…travelling is tough.
And if I haven’t mentioned it, let me make sure I do here: My last 3 meals in Italy regretfully sucked!
We are currently flying 841 Km/hr. It’s 4:30 pm in Italy, I wonder what Debbie, Steve, Kathie and Jeane are doing.
I am now writing this the next day, after getting home.
I shouldn’t have mentioned during our layover in NYC that the 3 flights of the this trip had been relatively easy compared to flights in the past. Well, 3 out of 4 now.
We were delayed at first boarding our plane, and then when I boarded, they were frantically still cleaning the plane. We taxied out and sat for 30 minutes due to rain and busy-ness and then they announced that they heard a funny noise and we had to go back and get maintenance done.
As we were heading back, they said that they think it was just too much air conditioning and that they were gonna head back out and get in line again.
We waited 2 hours on the runway.
We took off and I was sitting near a cougher, a baby crying, a lady interrupting me asking random questions (Is the ocean cold in San Diego?), and next to a guy that had zero spacial sensitivity as he had his legs spread wide, was shaking and singing out loud to his death metal music and who was often reaching down and up his shorts to itch himself.
During my nap, I pulled my hood over my head and put my earphones on. The Itcher next to me wanted to go to the bathroom, but didn’t realize I was asleep. When he tapped me, I jumped and let out a startled yelp. It was funny.
26 or 27 or…hours after leaving Rome, we arrived in San Diego and Robbie picked us up.
Got home and talked to Adam for awhile, gave him his arsenal jersey, did a few random things and went to bed.
It’s odd being “home.” I am afraid of falling back into habits of becoming lazy again, and not challenging myself.
I also am stressing about all I need to do to be responsible, to catch up on things, to eat, to see…I keep reminding myself that I don’t have to do it all in one day.
It was a fun trip. Much different mentally than 11 years ago. I wonder if that was because I was in charge this time and had responsibility to think and worry about other people? Maybe it’s cause I’m older? Maybe I had less enstranglement of thoughts and worries of life last time?
Seasons of life are strange.
I write this on the 29th now. I woke up in the middle of the night with strange dreams, not sure where I was, quickly throwing on my shorts. I realized shortly that it was 2 am and I had been asleep for 90 minutes only.
Got up eventually and went and ate pancakes for my first meal back. I still can’t believe that my last meal in Italy was a hot dog.
Now I am going to try and have a lazy afternoon, finishing hopefully the last 300 pages of that book.
When we awoke this morning for our last full day here, we headed over to meet up with JeanE and Kathie. Their place is really cool one bedroom, living room, mini kitchen studio-like place right near the Campo di Fiori. This square in the morning hours, hosts a great swap meet meets farmers market. It is filled with fresh vegetables, flowers, pastas, spices and of course the soccer shirts and scarves – which have turned into the most popular souvenir to buy in our group.
While my dad was away, my mother sneakily bought a tool that would turn carrots into curly-q designs. She swore she would use it (**its been almost a year now and she has used it once?).
At 11 am we all hopped on a double decker bus tour again. We have stops today that we want to hop on and hop off and see more of the city. It is fun being all together. Our first stop that we exit on is at Piazza del Popolo. The old entrance into Rome held a couple of twin churches in which one of them was home to a Carvaggio painting that I love and wanted to share with everyone. Spoiler alert: this square and these churches play a role in Dan Brown’s movie and book, Angels and Demons.
In one corner of the church Cerasi Chapel of Santa Maria del Popolo is the pice called The Crucifixion of St. Peter. Across the chapel is a second Caravaggio work depicting The Conversion of Saint Paul on the Road to Damascus. I love the way that Caravaggio paints and utilizes light in his works.
From that church we made our way down the street till we reached the Spanish Steps. Let the crazy begin. It is appropriate that all the Barcelona futbol fans would meet up at these steps for tonight’s game. Everyone is in red and blue singing and dancing. It is quite a scene, and JeanE is taking it all in stride. If she could, she would change her citizenship and become a naturalized Catalonian. She is taking pictures with fans, borrowing clothes from fans, and just enjoying the great spirits.
We continued walking down the streets, till we reached the Trevi Fountain. If the Spanish Steps was the meeting place, this place was the party. Fan upon fan chanting and singing and dancing. What an experience. I am so happy that I am here during this time. Although extremely crowded, I can’t get enough of the revelry. I have a little video, however do note that video and pictures only capture about 1/10th of a story. And indeed, my video is not as loud or as chant full as the experience was.
We found a bus stop and waited for the next bus. We were going to take it near Termini and then stop for lunch. Although the bus stop says that our tour bus comes every 10 minutes, we wait here for about 40 minutes. We even have Lisa call the number on the board. The bus arrives and eventually we find our way to a bad and crowded cafe for lunch.
This big game is in town, and the town –without warning– decides that no alcohol will be sold today anywhere. So there will be no wine with lunch today. This is probably a good thing. But imagine the Super Bowl, or a tailgate party, at the last minute decided that no alcohol could be bought.
After our lunch, we walked over to Santa Maria della Vittoria, so that we could see St. Teresa in Ecstasy, a fascinating piece of art by Bernini. The church was still closed and would be opening soon. So while a few of us sat on the steps and rested, the others went on a gelato run. Thirty minutes later we were all swooning. This marvelous sculpture represents Teresa in ecstasy after she was pierced by an angel with an arrow of God. It is a work of genius and is considered one of the masterpieces of the High Roman Baroque. Debbie and JeanE playfully demonstrated their own versions of ecstasy in a really fun moment for me on the trip. It will always be one of my favorite memories of the trip. The best part about visiting art, museums, and churches of old, is when you can find a way to interact with it and make it more meaningful. I am so grateful for the people on this trip, in the way they want to make, what some may consider boring museum outings, into a fun laughing and most importantly meaningful experience. Whether it is pretending to be in ecstasy, making jokes about fig leaves on statues, or playfully imitating statues (see Lisa boxing in previous snide), I am blessed by the spirits of each person on this trip.
We got on the bus again and headed towards the Colosseum. We mainly stayed on the bus for this stop, as I have found the inside of this place to not be worth the wait or the money. However at this place, they were having a festival for tonights game. So a stop or two later, Dad, me and Lisa got off the bus and started walking back to see what they had going on. I did get about 10 feet away from the Champions League trophy that they had under case and guard. The festival was not as cool as I had hoped, but it was really fun to be there.
We started heading home, and on the way, checked the Internet one last time for tickets. We wrote down some numbers and made some phone calls.
We met up with Debbie, Kathie and JeanE at their place. It was time to decide. We had found some tickets, but they were going to be expensive and the game started really soon.
After way too much debate, we decided to go for it. When else would I have this amazing chance? Little did we know the headache that would then occur.
We borrowed my parents Italian cell phone, and made some calls. The tickets were going to come to our place, so we had to start running. Lisa and I took off running to our place. All the while waiting for a phone call confirmation from India that the tickets were ours, and they were on their way.
Then the buyer needed a copy of our passports. It is 7pm at night, the game starts shortly, how would we accomplish this? We fortunately found a Mail Boxes ETC and got a copy and faxed it off. But now our cell phone died. We tried to find a pay phone to make a call. We found one, and then phones were going in and out. They had already taken our money and the tickets were ours, but now we had to meet them at the game, find the gate, and get through traffic to get there in time, all without a cell phone that worked.
Spending that much money to only get there by halftime, and maybe not at all was not worth it. So we cancelled the order at the very last minute. We were so close. If only I was more decisive earlier in the week, and bought some then.
We walked dejected back to my parents and Kathie and JeanE. We decide to watch this great game at the bar–the Drunken Ship–near their place. When we arrived there, the place was packed, so we stood outside a little window, and watched the game on the TV on the far wall.
What a thrilling game. At one point, we turned around and people stretched about 50 yards back. So exciting, though, so tiring standing there holding our spots. At halftime, we figured we had enjoyed the spirit, and decided to go back and watch the 2nd half on their little tv. The best club team in the world this year, won the game deservedly. Barcelona swept all the trophies and played like magnificent champs.
We walked home, through Piazza Navona one last time, and packed up. Tomorrow morning will be sad. I hate when great trips end.