It was about a year from last July I had the idea to do some things during my 60th year before I get too old to do them. One of the first things I thought of was to run a marathon with my sister Tana. I’ve never done a marathon, but my sister is a veteran of many including the New York Marathon. When I told Tana I wanted to run a marathon during my 60th orbit the first words out of her mouth were “Oh shit!” Continue reading
Since my last post, and with much help from friends and family, I managed to accomplish my skiing goals, do a little climbing, do the Imogene Pass Run with my sister Tana, and ride the White Rim. The Imogene Pass run was exhausting, and the White Rim trip was spectacular. They both deserve a posts of their own. I’ll do that later. This is an update on skiing and climbing. Thanks to everyone that helped me make this happen.
Back in Colorado, back to work, back to a routine of days… but Italy (Rome especially) keeps popping up in my head. So here’s a random list of what has stuck in my memory:
Best outdoor vista: The view from our agriturismo terrace at La Selva. (The ruins of Pompeii are a close second.)
Best indoor space: The Pantheon. As mathematically perfect as humanly possible. A perfect spherical space with only one light source. And built 2,000 years ago.
Best ruins: A toss-up between the Forum and the Diocletian Baths. Both are charged with history and prey on my imagination (“How did they really look? Am I really standing here?”).
Best art: I am still trying to absorb everything I saw. Any opinions out there? (Here’s a picture of the Libyan Sybil from the Sistine Chapel — one of my favorites. Her foot is as long as one’s forearm.)
Best umbrella: Cathe’s “dome”.
Best on-the-fly supper in Rome: On the Pantheon Piazza… notice the different strategies for eating.
Best pasta: Fresh made in Giula’s kitchen.
I’ll add more things to this list as they occur to me. Thanks to everyone for the positive feedback and comments!
It’s our last touring day in Rome and we visited the Vatican Museums and St. Peter’s Basilica with a tour group. I’m really glad we didn’t try this on our own — it is very complicated and crowded to get into the Museums. We started at 8:00am and spent a good amount of time trading our receipt for a scan ticket and then going through airport style security, our guide giving us stickers for our shirts and taking a GPS device for herself (I think to keep her on time). It’s quite a production.
Once we were in the galleries, the art wonders just rolled out before us. Greek, Roman, (we missed the Etruscan and Egyptian items), mosaics, tapestries, paintings, frescoes, maps, and more were above, below and around us. The pace was fine but always moving. Dozens (hundreds?) of other tour groups were ahead of and behind us. The guides did their best to keep distance between groups and gave us good information on the major pieces as we sailed by them. I’m glad we had studied the art books back in Colorado so that many objects were already familiar.
The 35 rooms we visited culminated with our entrance to the Sistine Chapel. I have no words to describe it. I was reduced to saying ‘wow’ over and over to myself.
The second part of our tour was of the basilica of St. Peter. I took a couple of pictures, but I’m not sure they can give any sense of the space.
This is my last post from Rome. I hope to see you all soon! ciao
We had a nice Continental breakfast again this morning: Cappuccino, croissant with butter cream, hard boiled eggs with olive oil, yogurt, cheese, sausage and more.
We set out for a birds eye view of Rome from the top of the large Victor Emmanuel monument. It was early enough in the day that there was no line at the elevator to the observation deck, so it was fun to see all the domes and trees. We decided to have a snack while we enjoyed the view.
We wanted to go to the Tevere (Tiber) river again, this time via the Campo di Fiori market and piazza. The market was wonderful and Shirley purchased some beautiful tomatoes and other items. The Campo is also known as a martyr site for Giordano Bruno, who was burned at the stake here in 1600 for heresy. (He thought the Reformation had some good points.)
Our other big find here was a cafe serving Bufalo Mozzarella pizza with basil and tomato.
We then walked into a new area (for us) and made it to the Ponte San Angelo. Very historic in both good and bad ways.
We then had gelato at Piazza Navone, and dinner at the trattoria across the street from our hotel. Let me see if this post will hold two more food pics.