So I kind of forgot to mention that before Laurel and I left Germany we managed to drive down to Italy. It happened. We visited Verona, and then drove east to Venice. I snapped the picture to the right in Venice. I should have taken more pictures of Venice, but it just didn’t happen.
Italy, huh? I just read a novel about Italy called "The Marble Faun" by Nathaniel Hawthorne. It's the first novel of an American experience abroad.
Out of curiosity, did you find that you felt weighted down by the history and the feeling that you were walking above a past that would not go away; it just lies there, bubbling under the surface with relics of the Etruscans and ruins of the Roman Empire, while Catholic idles beckon you into their cold, damp halls, begging for your repentance?
Did you see Tarpeian Rock and stand at the precipice where traitors were thrown to their deaths?
How are you doing?
xo
noah
Wow. That's not really how I felt, kept complaining about these sorts of things.
I am good.
Posted by: scott at October 29, 2003 01:12 PM