We started the day off with lunch at Rossopomodoro next to the Sanctuary. I don’t know for sure, but I have a feeling that the place is part of a chain that would be somewhat akin to TGIFriday’s in America. Nonetheless, the food was still quite good – even crappy Italian food is better than anything you would get without a reservation back home.
Today, I had a much more normal night of sleep. The second I woke up is when the normal ended, though, because the first thing I heard was a muffled but booming chorus of people – it sounded like dozens – that seemed to be mere feet away from my window. Continue reading Rome : Day III – …to Torre
August 13th, 2012
Mom had been in the hospital for a couple days at this point. It was around noon on the 11th when she had too much pain in her chest and back to be able to get dressed to go out for lunch, so Dad took her to the Emergency Room. Continue reading Rome : Prologue
This past week, I found myself with about an hour to kill between commitments, so I headed over to a nearby Starbucks; maybe I could squeeze out a few paragraphs before meeting a friend to catch up on the past couple months. Walking to the front door, I noticed a decade-old white SUV in the nearest handicap parking space. Outside the open passenger door, a lady in her seventies – smartly dressed with well kept silver hair – was helping her husband out of the truck.
So, last night, I guess it finally happened. It happened when I least expected it, but where I most expected it. In the wee hours of the morning, as I was getting ready to go to sleep, I finally had the sort of epiphany I’ve been consciously waiting months, and unconsciously years, to have. Continue reading Paris : Day 17 – Epiphany