Sadly I hurt my back today. This was happening a lot just before our trip and it made me very worried. Now here I am, far from home, in Rome, vaguely crippled.
And so here is what I am trying to learn: I can only be here right now. I can't be where my back gets better, if it would be so kind as to do that. And I can't be back a week ago when it almost didn't hurt at all. Just here.
I can't move much. We stumbled down to nearby Giolitti, another legendary Roman cafe. This is a block away from us and where an important scene in Roman Holiday took place. Did Gregory Peck's back hurt? Almost no one ever looks like their back hurts. Mostly even I don't look it. So it's hard to imagine that the odds are that somewhere along the lines Gregory Peck's back hurt plenty. And, I am sad to say, the odds are somewhere along the lines your back hurt too. I hope it doesn't now. That would be enough. Now is all we got.
We got a table and a bottle of red red wine. I love the color of it. I drank the larger share. I can just about sit up. And every once in awhile, through the fear and the pain I can look around and think "This is lovely."