Dadcation
After 8 hours to Rome and another 4 to Cairo, a friendly brown-skinned man met us to take us to baggage claim, looked incredulous when we told him we didn’t need such a stop, led us through passport control, into a van, and to our hotel. Shortly after, the guide we’d spend the week with, an Egyptologist named Syed, was leading us through the night streets filled with 20 million Muslims breaking their day-long fasts. We ate what would be the best meal we had in Egypt; it…
Remember the post about our lunch with Phil Rosenthal? Here’s the episode!
It was Saturday, April 6 when we woke up in Rome, and my kind bride had scheduled the most fitting activity I could possibly engage in at that moment in that place: gladiator training followed by a trip to the Coliseum. Why? Because Monday, April 6, 2009 was the first day I started working for myself. I’ve tried to do something to honor my soloversary every April 6, but 10 years seemed special and worthy of something even more special, and given that I have a Penley painting…
We arrived by train in Florence and navigated the throngs of tourists toward our AirBnb, a unit requiring climbing several flights of wooden stairs with steep rises. Its exterior doorway opened onto a sidewalk maybe 6” wide before a curbed one-way street where Italian men liked to exceed 40 mph, meaning I greeted each morning in Florence with a “Wait at the bottom of the stairs!” any time a child wanted to lead the way out of the apartment. We started our time in Florence with the Uffizi…