If you missed it, I’m currently in Rome for work/research purposes. I’ve spent the past four days stewing in my own sweat as I’ve worked away in the non-air conditioned Nerditorium and ventured out into the city to visit a few sites. The temps here are peaking in the high 90s/low 100s. I’m pretty sure Dante wrote his famous tome during the horrendous summer months in Italy because it sure does feel like Purgatory at the moment.
My hair has not taken well to the heat and humidity either. Typically my hair is pretty straight with a bit of a wave. Put it in these conditions though and it curls and frizzes to form a massive white girl afro. It’s one of the few occasions on which my father’s contribution to my genetic make-up manifests itself. Lucky me.
In order to run in the hot mess that is currently Rome, I need to wake up by 6 am to head out while it’s still in the lows 80s. With work commitments and required communication with my family seven time zones away, this has not happened. My last chance is tomorrow morning before I head off on another plane to another roasting destination. At least this place will be close to a body of water in which to throw my dehydrating carcass. Aces.
Lack of running aside, there has been exercise. I’ve had to walk miles and miles across this city in the past few days. Add in the unrelenting sun exposure and I’m sure I’ve lost a couple of pounds in weight each day. Ok, fine, it’s water weight, but damned if I don’t feel lighter.
Unfortunately most of the walking has taken place in not the best kind of footwear. My achilles tendons are unhappy right now. Hopefully they’ll mellow out tomorrow if/when I get out on that much needed run.
Since I’m not sure I’ll be posting next week, here are some pictures to tide you over until I return.
A photo about a decade in the making. I was finally awake and had a camera ready while flying over the Alps. Sweet!
The Colosseum in bread form.
Basilica of Santa Maria Maggiore
My friend and I decided to play Name the Pope—every time you see a depiction of a pope, guess which one he is. For this one, she said Innocent III and I said any of the Benedicts other than the current one. We were both wrong. It’s Pius IX.
Roman city gate. Seen better days, but it’s hanging in there.
The Pantheon in the process of refurbishment.
Ci vediamo dopo alligatori. [Later gators.]
P.S.—No, I did not see Jessica Simpson. From the photos, it would appear we were at opposite ends of the city on Tuesday. I am not heartbroken by this discovery.