Beth Kephart's Blog, page 160
October 9, 2012
my husband finds his way back to (his second) home, in Rome
We spent the final two days of our Italian expedition in Rome, where my husband lived for many months between college, meeting me (oh, fate), and his architectural studies at Yale. I didn't know him then, but I feel, through all the years of storytelling, that I somehow did. How he sang in the subways to make ends meet. How he lived with his aunt and adorable cousins. How he took courses in etching in an old building through which a massive column rose as if from the very center of the earth.
In our last day in Rome, we set out looking for the essence of the city my husband remembers and for the etching studio itself.
We got this close.
The Coliseum (home of gladiators, lions, horrible "games," tremendous elliptical architecture)
The Palatine Hill (the origins of Rome, lived in since 1,000 BC)
A Renaissance street fair.
An accordion player setting up on a Sunday in the Jewish Quarter.
The Pantheon (Augustus Caesar himself was behind its making).
One of at least a dozen weddings I saw during my 36 hours in Rome.
My husband finding his old etching home.
already gone
I took more than 3,000 photographs in Florence and Rome. I've spent this night going through them. This one captures both the colors of Florence and the way I feel right now. Peaceful, but mourning what is already lost.
October 8, 2012
October 7, 2012
Iconic Roma, and the trip ends
I went as far as my body would take me. My body finally revolted, crashed. An all-system failure. But before that happened, there was this long walk through and between ancient things, baby christenings, more weddings.
Tomorrow, home. I will resume my reporting on books I love, thoughts that overwhelm, people whose dreams I support. Sometimes there will be typos. You will, I hope, not mind. That is what enthusiasm looks like sometimes.
Thank you for embracing this photo tour in the meantime. It was so much more fun with you along.
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October 6, 2012
October 5, 2012
every morning, this:
and then I walk ten hours to make it legal.
(see? one is missing. that one is mine.)
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October 4, 2012
a meal beneath the Tuscan Sun in Cortona
(of Under the Tuscan Sun/Diane Lane/Frances Mayes fame)
and then a long, gorgeous, uphill walk.
finally, the sanctuary of hills and church.
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