Category: Travel
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Sunday Mass report.
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No comments on Sunday Mass report.Okay, first off, I didn’t take any pictures of the interior of the church. I have put up photos I have taken of church interiors while traveling before, but whenever I am in a place that is a certified tourist spot, the sort where regulars might have a distracting problem of people taking pictures during…
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Dinner date.
The lunch in Italy made me sleepy, so I took a long nap while Mark went to the beach with Simon. After he got back and showered, we scrounged some food for the kids and left them in the apartment with their computers so we could look for a nice dinner together. If you’re keeping…
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Lunch in Italy.
Here’s what we did yesterday though: lunch in Italy. We’re only two train stops from Ventimiglia. Leo was tired and sore from lots of walking, so he stayed home. Simon and Mark and I went, and wandered purposefully until we found a restaurant that was already open at 11:30 and had both pasta and pizza.…
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Still me, but in France.
There’s this SNL skit in which Adam Sandler plays a tour guide for “Romano Tours.” (If you are in the US, google it, because I am forbidden by the National Broadcasting Corporation to see any clips from here.) But I did find a transcript! ** People love us. But, every so often, a customer leaves…
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Yesterday’s travelogue.
It was a workday: In fact, we hardly left the apartment yesterday before evening. Mark hadn’t had any pastries at all yet, so he went for an almond-filled and a coffee in the morning, and then fired up the old laptop and got to work. Leo had had a poor night of sleep, so after…
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Some linguistic diversion.
Yesterday I said I’d say more about this sign: I took a picture of this sign because it’s an example in the wild of a change in the everyday rules of French grammar since I learned them in high school. You know, probably, that French is a gendered language, and a binary one: it has…
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Day off (again).
Wednesday we worked, Thursday we didn’t. (Friday we’ll work again). Leo had heard me mention that I had picked up ingredients for pasta all’amatriciana, all of which keep, for an emergency dinner. He wanted it sooner, he said. Could I make it tonight? Okay, I said, I’ll just buy salad stuff today. Off to the…
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La rentrée.
Also known as “back to school.” Mark planned on a full eight-hour workday Wednesday. We work when Mark works, I told the kids. “The way we’ll think about it,” I said to Leo as we were walking uphill trying to get some sunshine, “is that each day has three parts. Morning, afternoon, evening. On days…
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What I ate yesterday.
The first full day after having slept, we designated as a rest and orientation day. The only really important task was to make sure everyone could maintain blood sugar, body temperature, levels of serotonin, and personal hygiene. 1. 5 a.m. I popped awake with one thought: obtain and demolish the half-sandwich Mark had stowed in…
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Arrivés.
Yesterday is a bit of a blur. I mean Sunday and yesterday—blurred together, all into one. None of us slept much on the plane. I watched Interstellar on and off, interspersed with crossword puzzles. Arrival and passport control at Nice-Côte d’Azur went smoothly, all our luggage came too. Ten minutes’ confusion about how to buy…
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Mental note for transatlantic travel
Do not assign any weight whatsoever to how people feel about the city, the room, the food, and/or whose idea even WAS it to come on this trip anyhow, until everyone has had a chance to sleep several hours in a row. In other words, remember that it is just the jet lag speaking. Signed,…
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Eighteen hours to go.
I never sleep well the night before a trip. Yesterday evening, too, I made the mistake of having a couple glasses of wine while hanging out with Mark and our college-senior son. So it isn’t surprising that I woke at 2:45 am and only dozed after that. Now it’s 6:30 and I am drinking coffee.…
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