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28 October 2025 - Zürich
I was up at 3 because, well, Reisefieber. Not sure why I travel so much sometimes if it stresses me out so much. Well, I know crossing the Vatican off my list of countries to run races in will be satisfying. And visiting the eternal city after studying the history of the Roman empire for decades will be a dream come true. But there's rules for the race that involve forms and doctors and websites that just don't work. Running from Rimini to San Marino earlier this year was not stressful precisely because there were no forms. The dogs and I just went. I wish races in Italy weren't such a hassle. I won't know until Saturday morning probably if will even be allowed to run the race at from St. Peter's square.
Twenty-eight years ago yesterday I became a dad. I had an interview in the morning for Presbyterian College's Honduras class.Only later did I learn that I would not have been accepted if they knew I had kids. Liberatian theology was not as life changing as becoming a dad or reading Gödel Escher Bach on the plane from Miami to Tegucigalpa. But it was my first experience Spanish, which I used just this morning to help a woman going to Madrid find her way in the airport. I didn't try to call Alora and Brittan this year though. Neither of them has responded positively in the past half dozen years. I could never gave imagined that having someone to hate would ever become more important to them than a father.
Ab Urbe Condita 2778. That's how many years since the "founding" of Rome - boys suckling at wolf's teets and such. Turicum was still just a Celtic laketown then. Now Zürich. From thence I depart and shall return in a week's time. Russell Crowe will not dazzle me in the Colosseum during this week. I will probably be as disappointed as Martin Luther was. I have hovered on the edges of Europe, honestly not feeling like I've studied enough to deserve a trip to the field in London or Paris or Rome. So it is with extreme humbleness that I got to Rome. Maybe the young foolishness of Gregory Peck singing that he's a Ramblin' Wreck from GA Tech would serve me better.
Getting a sandwich from Pret a Manger I can't help but think of Brittan. I always think of her. She one upped my teenage roadtrip to Dinosaur National Monument in Utah with her teenage trip to Europe financed by her writing and utilisizing her incredible organisational skills. We joined her in Norway as part of my first trip to the continent.
