Posts Tagged ‘italy’

Outward Bound

Saturday evening, at 9:30 pm, I will be sitting on a plane that will take off for Rome.

Rome, ITALY.

Right now, this very second, I have 100 euros burning a hole in my wallet.

I’ve invested money in brushing up my Italian, and in fashionable clothes.

Tomorrow, I’m going to dig out my converter, and have my mail held for 2 weeks.


I feel so jetsettery.

Q: How did you learn to speak Italian, TK?

A: In bed.

Earlier this evening, a cousin-in-law (who knows how some of these people are related! I just hug everyone at wakes) spoke to me in Italian because he knows my scholarly background. I responded, and in fact it turned out I had a lot to say. Boy did it feel good to push those words out, their singsongy rhythm making me feel like some sort of open-mike performer.

Also, did I tell you that I’ve rented a damn castle in Umbria with some friends for the first week of my vacation? Technically, we’ll be staying in Villa Pianesante on the Todi Castle estate. I just legitimately used the words “estate” and “castle.” Cool.

Also, did I tell you that I’ve rented a flat in the centro storico of Bologna for the second week of my trip? Bologna is in Emilia-Romagna, the region of the country considered to offer the finest examples of Italian cuisine.

Q: Did I pack stretchy pants?

A: NO.

Who’s more excited for me than I am? NO ONE.

Who thinks I’m going to meet a rich Italian bachelor and finally attain my dream of living in Italy and training for marathons on the hills of Le Marche? NO ONE.

It’s good we’re all on the same page.

Also: no work for TWO WHOLE ENTIRE WEEKS. I will be WITHOUT BLACKBERRY. I’m a little dizzy.

I know I’m having a cheese-tasting lunch at a cheese makery (farm? factory? um?) on Monday. Saturday I have to catch a train to Bologna from Orvieto. But beyond that? NO PLANS.

Well, that’s not entirely true. I have plans. I plan to layabout. I plan to read. I plan to gaze at the hills and the cypress trees. I plan to somehow talk to strangers, so I can practice my Italian. I plan to not give into this fear that’s poking a bony finger into the timid part of my soul. I’ll write postcards, use Maria’s iPad, sit in the sun, wander along cobbblestone streets, and reabsorb Italy into my psyche.

Who wants a postcard?

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Hiya, 4 AM and I’m blogging to settle my troubled mind… On Sunday, May 1st I’m once again one of the hosts of the Team Fox Young Professionals Sunday Funday Brunch, a fundraiser for the Michael J. Fox Foundation for Parkinsons Disease. Brunch is at Aspen Social Club in midtown Manhattan, and it starts at noon. The ticket includes an open bar and buffet, and we’re also having a live auction. If you aren’t running the New Jersey Marathon that day, please come and hang out with me for this worthy cause–buy a ticket! (or just make a donation)…  Caution, Pretension Ahead! A new novel by my favorite contemporary Italian writer has just been released in English. I am looking forward to the day when I actually have time to read it… Lately, Italy has been whispering “Remember me, your first love?” in my ear over and over. Small temptations keep darting my way, from the country I used to visit twice a year. Here’s another… Canadian businessman Mike Shanks interviewed Malcom Gladwell in New York a while back about his running. I like how he manages to ask Malcolm some questions that take him by surprise. And then afterwards they went for a run!… This article in Psychology Today asserts that ultrarunners aren’t really crazy, but when I read about how they train and adapt to the demands of running for 100 miles–it sure sounds like crazy to me. Some runners I know who run ultras even call themselves crazy! For me, 26.2 is quite far enough, but I am always interested to hear what inspires others to move on to ultras…

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