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Lá Fhéile Pádraig Sona Daoibh!  

That means Happy St. Patrick’s Day in good ol’ Irish, you know…that language that I can’t get enough of.

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As this blog post goes to press I’m back in Rome for a second weekend of exploring and enjoying the Eternal City.  Truth be told, I’m probably here… Read the rest of this entry »

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So I high-tailed it for Rome right after work.  Another 11th-hour change-up lay ahead of me, though: the plan to drive to Aversa, about 2 km away from where I’m staying, leave my car there and take the train to Rome was completely derailed when I pulled into the parking lot and (I think) determined with my scant Italian that it would cost around €70-100 to park for the weekend. $100-130?!  Uh, that would be a fuck to the no, thank you very little.  I eyed the clock and punched my new hotel address into the GPS – if I hurried I’d make it there in time to check in and then get to Micca Club for the Kabarett Berlin.   Read the rest of this entry »

The guidebooks had been staring at me all week long, and I had been politely ignoring them.  But now it was Friday afternoon, and they were glaring at me menacingly; in four hours I was heading out for a weekend in Rome…and I had no earthly idea what I wanted to do there.   Read the rest of this entry »

The day after I toured Pompeii, I went back down the coast for a second look at ancient volcano ruins; ten minutes closer is the fascinating partially-excavated ruins of Herculaneum, a town about 1/5 the size of Pompeii that was also frozen in time by the Mount Vesuvius eruption of 79 A.D. Read the rest of this entry »

I’ve always found myself with my feet in different worlds.  In high school the music and drama departments vied for “lesser geek” status by proclaiming the other department the geekier, while I, both musician and actress, became the unofficial liaison between the two worlds.  When my psychology training didn’t feel complete enough I hopped the fence into the land of bodywork and then, when that didn’t feel complete enough either, I straddled the fence and tried to see where there might be a gate.  (I wasn’t quite brave enough then to just take the damn fence down!)  When one group of friends (or colleagues) folded their arms and huffed at the other group, I was usually the one carrying the olive branch across the divide. Read the rest of this entry »

A question for longtime readers: do you prefer this layout, with pictures peppered amongst the text? Or do you prefer the slideshow up top and uninterrupted text, like I did during much of my Germany trip?  (See an example of that layout here.)  I’m on the fence about it, so give me feedback, please.  Thanks!

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Today I visited probably the most famous site in southern Italy: Pompeii.  Bustling city of 20,000, reduced to a barren, lifeless pile of flaming ash on August 24, 79 A.D.  Rediscovered in the 1500’s, excavation started in the 1700’s and still goes on today.  Those are the facts…and I’m not sure where to begin on the rest of my experience there.

The city itself is overwhelming, and seems to go on for miles even though it’s only 163 acres, about a quarter of a square mile, in size.  (For Sacramentans, compare with the downtown railyards area, which is 240 acres.)  I wandered happily through the streets for six nonstop hours, guidebooks and map in hand, the total tourist.  Not my usual M.O., as I generally prefer to “be a traveler, not a tourist” but there’s just so much to learn in and about Pompeii, I wanted to wring the day dry and get as much juice as possible.  As a result, there’s far too much to share here, but I’ll see what I can do. Read the rest of this entry »

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