September 25. Day 87.
It was 11:50. I needed to leave for the airport by 12 if I took the subway, but I still had a few things to do. Solution? Taxi!
Normally, the fare would have run around $65. (Trip from campus to my friend’s apartment to pick up suitcase: $7 to $8. From there to [...]
September 24. Day 86.
I realize I’m a day late with updates. I’m still asking every day, but I’ve been so busy I couldn’t do proper write ups. And I actually want to write something, not just bullet points for “asked” and “gained.” Once I’m in San Diego, things will be back to normal. Until then, [...]
September 23. Day 85.My brush with death, Roman style: Once summer, in a lovely neighborhood called Monti (on the gently sloping hill between the Colosseum and Termini station), I rented a scooter.
Half an hour later, I was sitting on a chair in the shade, waiting for an ambulance.
I crashed. The scooter wasn’t hard to maneuver. [...]
September 22. Day 84.
Pop quiz:
You’re on the bus, sitting next to someone who won’t stop talking. You left Penn Station twenty minutes earlier, and so far you’ve learned all about how she’s really excited about the venture capital she’s raised for her cloud computing company, or his seven year old’s soccer tryouts, or the laptop he’s [...]
September 21. Day 83.
Any concerns about authenticity are instantly quelled by brunch at Pastis.
My friends and NY hosts, I&J, took me there this morning, and half the time we were eating the eye candy. The coked-out trust fund girl with brittle hair sitting next to a lady in a mumu two tables away, the very [...]