Just home after a delicious Italian working vacation, the jet lag is officially coursing through my body, replacing the fresh pasta and local vino I have been wining and dining on for the last three weeks.
As I stare at my computer screen, nervously engaging with the spurned contraption with whom I am just reuniting after a necessary ‘break‘, I realize that I have wisdom to impart. Great wisdom. Traveling does that: It gets you out of your comfort zone of normalcy and gives you a brief glimpse into a peripatetic lifestyle, which contrasts your otherwise fairly settled routine. And it teaches you a thing or ten.
In between the gallons of gelato, the vats of vino and the pounds of pasta, I’ve discovered:
- There’s a Botero in the Vatican –Click To Read Blog
- Some of the best restaurants look like brothels –Click To Read Blog
- It’s okay to be a tourist –Click To Read Blog
- The Art of the Slow Meal –Click To Read Blog
- When in Rome… –Click To Read Blog
- The importance of theatre and why I love actors –Click To Read Blog
- The art of packing and why I love Scott Vests –Click To Read Blog
- All pastas are not created equal –Click To Read Blog
- The Italian Downton Abbey –Click To Read Blog
- Wine – a lesson in six bottles –Click To Read Blog
Stay tuned. In my next ten blogs, I promise to expand on each of these ten musings.
I can’t wait!!!
Love to hear about your travels. I’ll bet the dogs were happy to see you.
I look forward to reading…..
My memory of the Sistine Chapel is strangely distorted. Much as I longed to spend time with my head tilted upward and my eyes fixed on that great masterpiece, I couldn’t do it. Every time I tried, I got dizzy. Not just a little dizzy but vertigo swirling images that forced me to stare at the floor until it stopped and try again. I still couldn’t do it. I tried peeking at it in small increments with my hands forming blinders so I could only focus on one element at a time. I wanted to lie down in the floor and see if I could see it “looking forward” but there was this guard and there were all those other people so I refrained. The only way I can really see the Sistine Chapel is to enjoy every page of a finally produced art book!