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?: fifteen, not yet halfway even. Having fun? Why wouldn't you be?
Level of writer's drunkenness (in
real life, scale of 1-10): Seriously sore back. I keep drinking more wine. It turns out I'm very good at drinking wine. Should I worry? Er, so, three and a half?
What am I eating (in real life
again)?: Wine, didn't I mention that?
Map or picture?:
Any other notes/Status: Not right now. Do you understand how many of these I have to do? Although, secret note to Marcus: did I guess right about the Celta Vigo game (see below)? Secret note to GA: did you watch the Celta Vigo game?
Today's Entry:
We did it! We went to a soccer game. I finally saw a real live European soccer game. Pretty soon in St Paul we will have a big league soccer team playing right over on Snelling Avenue. Unfortunately they will only be roughly good enough to lose to a pretty good European team like Roma something like 11 to nothing.
I only say that because Roma won! It was two zip! My second favorite Roma player, Salah, scored. Salah is a speedster. There he goes, racing down the field at a blinding speed in his glorious maroon shirt. How can any human being be so fast? He is not Messi. He does not end up doing the exact right thing with the ball when he gets there, but to all of our great pleasures, one time he did, slotting the ball impossibly to the right of a defender, and a sadly confused goalie, putting the game out of reach. Totti, the legend, on his late final season, is sadly still injured.
I wore a Roma scarf. I sang the Roma song that I'm afraid I had sung a little too much in excitement beforehand. We bought wine in the stands! It was great. We took a long walk home with loads of exultant fans. It was a thrill. Soccer in Europe! The greatest sport in the world.
But all the while my heart was with Barcelona, playing Celta Vigo. 3-1. That was the score by which they won. That's all I really cared about. A brace for Neymar! All so lovely.
We did it! We went to a soccer game. I finally saw a real live European soccer game. Pretty soon in St Paul we will have a big league soccer team playing right over on Snelling Avenue. Unfortunately they will only be roughly good enough to lose to a pretty good European team like Roma something like 11 to nothing.
I only say that because Roma won! It was two zip! My second favorite Roma player, Salah, scored. Salah is a speedster. There he goes, racing down the field at a blinding speed in his glorious maroon shirt. How can any human being be so fast? He is not Messi. He does not end up doing the exact right thing with the ball when he gets there, but to all of our great pleasures, one time he did, slotting the ball impossibly to the right of a defender, and a sadly confused goalie, putting the game out of reach. Totti, the legend, on his late final season, is sadly still injured.
I wore a Roma scarf. I sang the Roma song that I'm afraid I had sung a little too much in excitement beforehand. We bought wine in the stands! It was great. We took a long walk home with loads of exultant fans. It was a thrill. Soccer in Europe! The greatest sport in the world.
But all the while my heart was with Barcelona, playing Celta Vigo. 3-1. That was the score by which they won. That's all I really cared about. A brace for Neymar! All so lovely.
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