I'm sorry, ya'll. I'm sorry that I haven't kept up here. I haven't kept up really anywhere, and that's because I'm involved in a very ugly, very upsetting and very stressful post post divorce thing. That's all I can say about it, and I would appreciate all your good thoughts and wishes and metta for all those involved. I am bewildered and upset and disbelieving and depleted and very, very sad.
Onward to Rome.
Henry and I had an amazing time in Rome and Florence. We stayed in a friend's apartment near the Vatican. The building was about five stories and had one of those incredible cage elevators and the winding marble floored staircases.
Please take my picture in this elevator, I asked Henry.
Every room in the apartment looked out on the great dome of St. Peter's. I'm not kidding. As the kids say, "Ridic."
Those are my legs, profoundly weary from tromping about 20,000 steps a day in boots and sneakers that somehow didn't cushion the 56 year old caregiver body like they did 35 years ago.
Everything is so damn beautiful and big and ancient and filled with centuries of longing and strife and reaching toward beauty and the divine. And suffering.
Our own struggles aren't lessened by witnessing ruins of the past, but they are integrated into something much larger than ourselves.
Henry and I made some remarks in poor taste about St. Peter's Square and the Vatican. Mea Culpa.
We walked about a million miles a day, and I was usually trailing Henry, as evidenced by the photo below.
I bought a pink ring, and it perfectly matched the pillows on the purple sofa at our friend's apartment.
We ate pizza, pasta and gelato every day.
Shortly after the above photo, after we'd thrown our coins in the Trevi Fountain, we both had nervous breakdowns because of the crowds. Honestly, Reader, Rome is insanely crowded.
If you look closely, you get an idea of the hordes of people streaming down that central street toward the Spanish Steps. We are standing at the top of them, here, marveling at the view.
We got the heck out of Dodge, bypassing the crowds and roaming past the above door.
The skies were Felliniesque, big white clouds and blue.
I was there two weeks ago.
There WILL be a Part 3, I promise.