Oh, and I'd really really like to know enough of the language to find a bathroom and take a bus.
4. San Francisco
|Feels like Full House . . .|
Ten (almost eleven) years ago, I went to CA with my parents, and, among other places, we set up temporary shop in the great San Fran. We spent 4 days and 3 nights there, and I fell in love pretty much instantly. The hills (!), the coffee shops, the cultural diversity. So very cool and so very fun. And then there's the bay and the street cars. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh.
What wasn't so fun was sharing a room with my parents whose snoring is a form of domestic terrorism. We stayed at (isn't this cool?) a hotel called the Canterbury Inn (there really were murals from the Canterbury Tales on the walls!), and I spent more than one night in the lobby, curled on a chair by the grand piano, reading The Mysteries of Pittsburgh and trying to keep my eyelids open, while the two of them slept soundly and loudly five floors up. This lack of sleep, as you might guess, didn't make for the most fun trip. And, then one morning, there was a fire drill - like wtf? That was a completely random and odd experience.
So, on my return visit (and I shall have a return visit, esp. since Brad's never been there), I will definitely be well-rested.
3. Athens and the Peloponnesus
Did you know that other writers over the ages have referred to Aristotle as "the Philosopher"? Brad taught me that. Well, any nation that could spawn the Philosopher and serve as inspiration for Gerard Butler to be unforgivably sexy whilst leading an array of sexy, sweaty men (300, duh) gets a whole lotta kudos from me.
2. Hemingway's Spain
If Hemingway wrote about a place, chances are I want to go there, and nowhere more than the cities of The Sun Also Rises and the mountains of For Whom the Bell Tolls. (If you have not read these books, you really must. And I don't usually assign reading to anyone but my students.)
If you haven't gathered already, I am obsessed with Roman history, Caesar, Latin, and all that good stuff. Ever since high school Latin - where I was, I must say, a star - with a teacher who knew her ancient Rome like nobody's business, Rome has been under my skin.
To go to Rome would be, like, so ridiculous for me. There would be gaping. Gasping. Face-hurting smiles. (On my part; hopefully not on the parts of the Italians interacting with me.) My eyes are tearing up a little just thinking about it (I'm being serious here). For me, ancient Rome is such an amazing site of culture, law, politics, romance, letters, architecture, public speaking, and intrigue. So much intrigue!
A trip to Rome would be - and I say this fully aware of the cheesiness - a dream come true. (We talked about the various connotations of "dream" in my freshman English class yesterday, so it seems timely to characterize a trip to Roma as such.)
|Sigh: the Colosseum|
Definite stops: Colosseum, the Roman Forum, St. Peter's Basilica, the Appian Way (Via Appia for you Latin buffs), Porta Maggiore, Nero's Aqueduct, and the Pantheon. And that's just the beginning.
Brad and I will make this trip happen someday. It's just too bad Brad got a C+ in Italian in college.