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?: 21, an especially important day because I have officially switched from spelling out the numbers to using official numerals.
Level of writer's drunkenness (in
real life, scale of 1-10): one, oops, 1.
What am I eating (in real life
again)?: Nothing, it's almost bed time.
Map or picture?: I think I've mostly been including pictures here to show how pictures don't really cut it. A word is worth a thousand pictures. Nevertheless, this is very near our home, but a long walk to make right now.
Any other notes/Status: No, it's almost bed time.
Today's Entry:
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."
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."
oh no. In Rome and you can't walk? Oh well, it sounds like there's plenty at hand. I'm eager to see if you feel better tomorrow...
ReplyDeleteFortunately, though I had a share of small, sometime medium back problems, I never had one quite so bad as what is described in this fictional account. I was always fully mobile, which was great. By the way, I think it was minor the Roman Holiday Giolitti part, but see that picture above, of Giolitti? I drank an awful lot of Negronis there!
DeleteYes my back hurts. Actually my hip. But there isn't much difference. Thank you for sharing about your back.
ReplyDeleteI suppose it is about the same. I'm afraid I can easily go on about my back for too long, so I'm delighted to actually be thanked for it!
DeleteI hope your hip feels better.