A 37 day imaginary travelogue of a trip to Rome (with a few scattered other places such as New York). This is written to match the journey I am actually taking, and so each post is concurrent with the more or less actual day my wife and I are experiencing in Rome.
What day number are we on?:Six
Level of writer's drunkenness (in real life, scale of 1-10): Two, I have a modestly high tolerance for alcohol and have had just two lemoncello shots. Also, sitting writing, it can be hard to measure how drunk one is.
What am I eating (in real life again)?: Gnats, apparently, why are there all these gnats in my basement.
Map or picture?: Seriously, this is just a random street view for us.
Any other notes/Status: Seem to making a bit of progress on this project, even if all my extensive notes slow it down. I hope they don't take you out of the experience (smiley face).
So my wife and I have devised, for vacations, something we call King days. On King days one person is in charge of what we do and where we go, though they are still responsible for the well-being of the other person. Today is the first King day, my wife's, and all but our last two days in Rome will now be King days. The weird thing is that one anticipates and longs for one's own King day, but one actually enjoys the other person's King day better.
So what did we do today?
I don't know. Whatever my wife wanted to. I just walked around, spacing out, thinking "God it's pretty here!"