Friday, November 03, 2006
Friday, March 04, 2005
Well, we got back to the US, then ended up stuckin Cincinatti. Despite Paris' failure to communicate with our connecting airport, we managed to get booked on a flight to louisville, but then that flight was delayed another hour or more. This man in this shot is no one I know, but I told you I liked this window. (Rome, Sistina) I think the shot turned out kinda neat.
Finally, after waiting all day long (ALL FRICKIN DAY!) they decided to put us up in a hotel. So, they shoved us on this bus and left us there for over an hour (the driver just got off to smoke, then left without a word to us). On the up side, we met the coolest people on that bus. They had me rolling laughing. But still, we were all so sick of waiting at this point.
Our favorite Cafe again. We ate someplace different every meal, to take in the full experience, but for our last meal on the last night in Italy, we returned to our favorite cafe and ate a traditional multi-course all-out feast (antipasto, pasta, main course, salad, desert, etc...). It was divine and I've never been so full.
Florence. Brandi and Bridgette waiting for me outside the Embassy where I got a passport to replace the one I lost. (ay yayyay) But whatever you do, don't point a camera anywhere near the embassy building itself (including the statues near it) or scary military men with huge guns yell at you in Italian.
Tuesday, December 28, 2004
Did I mention there were 400 of these things? (pant, pant, choke, pass out)
We got up a bit more than halfway and it was REALLY high. I was tired, legs hurting, but I wanted to go further. Brandi and Bridget weren't wanting to, since it was so high, but then the bells started ringing... The massive stone walls shook with the sound of it. It was crazy-loud. By the time it settled into just one repeating low tone, the exhiliration had taken hold. While I was standing there, humming the guitar line from "For whom the bell tolls", Brandi took off running for the next flight of stairs. Bridget and I followed. It was great. We ran like mad and hit the top while the bells were still shaking the earth to the core. It was exiting.