My Room

"Everyone carries a room about inside them. This fact can even be proved by means of the sense of hearing. If someone walks fast and one pricks up one's ears and listens, say at night, when everything round about is quiet, one hears, for instance, the rattling of a mirror not quite firmly fastened to the wall." -Franz Kafka

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

When in Rome

Yesterday we went on a tour of St. Peter's Basilica, the Vatican Museum, and the Sistine Chapel. It was wonderful.

Last night at a cafe, I ordered an espresso. The waiter asked, "Espresso especial?" I said sure. He then asked if I had a strong heart. I pointed to the bottle of red wine on the table and vigorously nodded my assent. A few minutes later, he returned with two espresso cups. As he handed me the first cup, he let go before I had it and it fell into my lap, revealing itself to be empty. The waiters and my family all had a great laugh at my expense. They'll all pay...

Today we're visiting the Colloseum. Tonight we head for Vienna.

1 Comments:

  • At 8:06 pm, Blogger Judy said…

    Um...here's hoping that you made it out of the Colloseum all right.

    Got your postcard from Paris today!

     

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