No posts for a while: haven't had too much to laugh about I guess. It's snowing on a gray Sunday morning and Maike and I have no plans for the day. We were going to go skiing but ... we didn't.
Debra and I watched "Roman Holiday" after Christmas, the old black and white Cary Grant/Audrey Hepburn masterpiece. I can't remember the last time I watched a B/W movie; made me feel like a kid again. I really miss Italy. I love the people, the language, the food, the anarchy. So we used up frequent flier miles before they expire, and flew to Rome for New Years. Every scene in the Roman Holiday movie we visited, including the Vespa dash around the Piazza Navona, and the midnight visit to the Coloseum. My Italian was a little rusty the first couple of days, but it started coming back by the end. The hotel was close by the Spanish Steps (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eLxFjPzNux4), and very nice although we got yelled out for being too loud while talking on a phone by some crazy middle-aged American woman with hyper-sensitive bat-like ears.
Totally random travel tip: When you order the house wine in a carafe in tratoria's, sometimes you get very nice wine, sometimes you get damage to your tooth enamel.
It is time to escape this cold: Maike and I decided to go snorkelling. Well, I decided, and Maike was game. Puerto Rico I have passed through half a dozen times now, flights were dirt-cheap, so for President's Day weekend we have a direct flight to SJU. No hotel or plan yet, aside from snorkelling, swimming, and maybe zip-lining.
