Here’s the trip tik tok … 1.45 CET - alarm 3.15 - driver arrives to take us to Florence Airport 4.00 - arrive at airport 4.10 - check in 4.25 - wait for security to open 4.35 - Covid security check 4.40 - baggage security check 4.55 - get to gate 6.15 - boarding 6.40 - wheels up 8.15 …

Living life through a straw. While a liquid diet leaves lots of choices, one is limited by the diameter of said straw. Even a ”big” one for boba bubble tea requires gruel-like consistency vaguely reminiscent of “please sir, can I have some more?” It all started when I broke my…

i . am . lying . face . down . on . the . floor . that’s not right my . chin . is . bleeding . I stood up slowly, and saw big red drops on the wood-grain ceramic tiles. that’s not good I walked into the bathroom, got…

The bad news was that we had a potentially sick kitty. The good news was that we already had an appointment to take 4, um, victims to get vaccinations … so we’d be killing 2 birds with 1 stone. An appropriate cat metaphor.

We had rendezvoused with ma petite amie Agat in Rome, and it was her last full day here. For the past three days, we had been showing her the Renaissance and antiquities, guiding her among the non-secular and secular, taking her to eat delicious Roman food. Today we’d wander … …

The Three Musketeers … Agat, David & I … were enjoying our evening in Rome, drinking wine on the rooftop deck at HOTEL MONTE CENCI, after a catholic and Catholic, art-full day at the Vatican Museums and St. Peter’s Cathedral. We were tired, our feet were tired … but we…

It was our first afternoon in Rome … on our first post-vaxx trip. Stepping foot into the New Normal … whatever that might be. We had rendezvoused with my BFF Agat to enjoy a few days in the Eternal City, her first visit.

“Let’s meet in Rome. I dare you.” That was Agat’s WhatsApp message. I immediately replied … “Tell me the dates, we’ll be there.” And we were.

That was Domenico’s question as we sat down to dinner at O’ PER BACCO, a lovely trattoria in the Piazza Giotto, on a recent summer evening. “Self,” I thought, “maybe it should be.” My thought bubble continued. I’ll combine it with other meals we’ve eaten here. It’s always good eats…