italy
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Ass Over Teakettle
So, you may have noticed that this post is a day late. Yeah, I admit it. I admit also that the last several weeks have been thin on posts in general, and even more thin on posts that actually cover the trip to Italy in detail. I haven’t abandoned them — I’ve been writing all…
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Postcard from Florence, July 2022
We’re running a little late this week — sorry about that. Naomi’s been taking care of two sick kids, and Steve spent yesterday as a zombie thanks to a COVID booster. So in place of an actual post about Florence, you’re getting a postcard. If nothing else goes sideways, you’ll get a real post next…
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Talking of Michelangelo
“In the room, the women come and go Talking of Michelangelo…” –T. S. Eliot, “The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock” After a three hour train trip from Naples, we arrived in Florence and settled into the 3110 ArtHotel, which was located on the second and third floors of an Art Deco building not far…
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A Message From the Crab.
A crab knows beaches better than any vertebrate. And the beach was where we went next. Sorrento, to be specific, on the Amalfi Coast.
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St. Peter and St. Christopher
The Papal Basilica of St. Peter in the Vatican, more commonly simply known as St. Peter’s Basilica, is the largest church in the world. And boy, does it ever make sure that you know it.
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Of Things Colossal
The Roman Colosseum is indeed colossal, but that’s not how it got its name. According to our guide, the emperor Nero …
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Scattered Chunks of Antiquity
In addition to the ancient pieces built into the everyday houses around us, there were random elements of ancient archaeological sites all around us.
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Fettered to the Foam
I always feel both halves of that song, when I’m getting ready to take off for a trip. I love travel. It’s my favorite thing to do in the entire world. Every trip has me breathless and eager — and yet, I do leave a family behind, and it’s always, always hard.
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Last Steps (Italy)
I’m currently in the panic phase of preparation — the stage at which we’re getting close, but there is a lot still left uncertain and it feels incomprehensible that it will all come together in time.
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Frankly, It’s a Sick Truck
Frank the Truck is unwell. The conclusions from the inspection were mixed, but worrisome