Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Monday, December 27, 2010
I believe I will never see anything as pretty as a tree...with some #^*@**% leaves on it! It is Winter in Rome, in case you did not know Holaday! My face went numb in the blinding sunlight, yes the sun was no friend of mine this day. It laughed at me. I puzzled in disbelief as my skin went from cold to no feeling at all! As I layered almost all my clothes, I started to puff out, and it was getting harder and harder to hold my arms down by my sides. Espresso after espresso, wired and cold, yeahhhh Rome baby!!!
Painted by Michelangelo in 1508, it took him four years to do. Ok I could have been arrested. All throughout the Vatican museum you are allowed to take pictures without flash, everywhere that is except the Sistine Chapel. ALTO!!! Was screamed from across the crowded floor below this amazing ceiling. The guard was approaching me with a stern look in his face, as I had broken the rules. My guide said, " put your camera away, he make take you or your camera." Well, I did say I was tired. Another funny thing, a voice will come over a speaker every 10min or so, " Please no talking, please be respectful", in at least 4 languages. The guards also make this statement every so often, to a room of at least 150 people! It reminded me of trying to silence some of my students in the classroom from time to time, well so much for vacation, I thought I was getting away from all that.
I know I look very relaxed and on top of things. First let me tell you about the morning.... I went to bed around 9pm Rome time, of course I was up for ever on the plane had a mad dash in Madrid so I guess I was pretty tired. I don't even remember hearing my alarm clock, and yes it does work, the hotel even called my room and said "your breakfast is outside your room." Did they knock, was I that out of it?? I guess so, not hearing or remembering turning off the alarm! I stumbled out of bed, showered and drank espresso while looking out at the tile roofs from out of my window. The tiles glistening in the early morning sun, a church top poking up in the horizon, me still wondering where I was. I was in Rome, and said this to myself, in part out of excitement and in part to reassure myself in my foggy, jet lagged mind.
Walking the streets of Rome is no easy task. I had planned on just dashing off to see the sights I wanted but was surprised by all the twisting, turning, streets at all angles. Dragging, and do I mean dragging, my suitcase the day I arrived along narrow, tiny, cobblestone streets was quite the sight I'm sure! The noise was becoming almost humorous, and in fact when I stopped and decided to carry the suitcase least I offend the people walking just a few steps in front of me, they abruptly stopped and turned around because of the sudden absence of all my scrapping and clattering! I did find the hotel, great place, very little side ally have know idea where I am!
Made it to Rome. I had a very interesting trip, it was a bit rushed and frantic. After I landed in Madrid, I got off the plane and was in a huge, towering complex with no idea where to go. There was not a person at all anywhere to ask so I just followed a mass of people down two long stairways to a train station. Not knowing what train to take I jumped on the first one, got off on a platform, again with no one or idea where I was. When I asked about Ibera flights, I was directed to another train, then down another set of stairs, blah, blah, blah I just made the flight to Rome. The picture above is the Pantheon, built by Hadrain in AD 119-125. It only survived because it was later turned into a church. At first it was a pagan temple.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
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Wednesday, October 13, 2010
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Saturday, July 24, 2010
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
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Wednesday, July 14, 2010
The little dive bar, the matador deserves a more in depth description. As I sat at the small bar with my tequila, salt, and used limes piling up, the show began. The music was a mixture of Hank Williams Jr, and the punk sounds of The Cramps, X, and other off the edge kind of music. On the video screen the original Mad Max was exploding with fire balls and car chases. As I sipped on my tequila, salt sticking to my hand, a slow but steady trickle of interesting characters descended into the bar. Rockabilly girls with powder white faces and perfect red lips laughing and joking with guys with slicked back hair and tattoo's in place of long sleeves. An argument about something broke out, and the bartender yelled at the two people at the far end of the bar, but it ended as quickly as it began, I was sure they were going to get kicked out for sure. The crowd was mostly young, all now had a different look, sort of that Alpine/downtown look I mentioned before when I was in flagstaff, mixed with the 7 or 8 rockabilly types. This included the bartender and the DJ. Obviously this was THEIR bar. Well it was time for me to go, not really feeling a part of this scene, but somehow not feeling out of place at the same time. As I walked toward the door I took a last glance around and decided this was a great little bar. It fit the strange, wonderful, and very different place it was a part of....... Santa Fe.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Drove for hours and made it to Santa Fe. Ate pork tenderloin with a chili sauce at Casa Sena, was good and finally a meal besides fast food! The main square was hopping with live Jazz and lots of people dancing, a really good time, with great music as it happens to be the New Mexico Jazz festival. Great bar called the Matador. One must walk down a set of hidden steps that look like a loading entrance. Don't know why I ventured down, but I heard some faint music playing and in I went. Great beer and tequilas, only one tonight as it is time to collapse into bed.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Thunderbird lodge, a left over motel type where you pull up to your door in your car. The grounds are nice, old buildings some made of stone. Best of all just a two min drive to the canyon. As I approached the edge of the canyon red and orange curves that seemed to be carved by some kind of giant knife contrasted with green patches of tree tops. Leaning ever closer to the edge, the ribbon like dry river bed below seemed thirsty somehow, but I know that at any time those black curtains in the distance could send a torrent rushing along down this canyon. Tomorrow I hike the canyon!
Well the trip to China was canceled because of a broken hip my mother had. You have to take care of your Mother. Well, I have decided after 4 weeks in the hospital to hit the road! Today takes me to Flagstaff. The town is very interesting, small, full of college hipsters and various people from around the world on their way to the Grand Canyon. Young guys and girls with an alpine/downtown look. Tattoos and hiking boots, dreadlocked girls with Gucci sunglasses, coffee shops, thai food, and brew pubs. Will let you know if I end of staying the night, or head over to Canyon de Chelly in Navajo country.