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?:ten. Ahhhhh! Ten!!!
Level of writer's drunkenness (in real life, scale of 1-10): three would be pushing it. I am more getting weary than drunk.
What am I eating (in real life again)?: Nothing, but a little hungry again. Am so hoping to have something new to report to you for day eleven.
Map or picture?: Cy Twombley lived most of his professional life in Rome. This is a 1966 picture from his studio, I think. Check out that Ingres book! I am an Ingres fan myself.
Any other notes/Status: I find it a confusingly gray day, so I keep thinking it is much later than it is, and that the day is slipping away. It is a little, but it's only 4:40. I've decided if I make a shorter entry I can move forward, get another drink, and some food, and enjoy a feeling of progress. This is now my goal for day ten.
My wife took us to see some modern art today, to the modern museum of Rome, located just north of the Villa Borghese. I like modern art. I saw a beautiful Cy Twombley there I might not have enjoyed as much a week ago. Which brings me to a theory: Like anything one can improve with practice, so looking at and appreciating art is something one can get better at. A week in Rome will make one sick of it all, or it will make one a virtuoso of seeing.