Travel thread

[bart]

Update: trip to Italy back on!

Evidently, the girl has to go to PT to strengthen whatever she has left in her knee before surgery, and that'll take about 3 weeks. Surgery is scheduled for the week after we get back. She's able to walk, and in fact will start to feel even better the longer it goes (crazy, considering her ACL is no longer even attached to bone).

Pope-death watch resumes.

I feel like something will happen on this trip that you'll catch blame for. Godspeed.

Yes the pope’s death

[E.H. Ruddock]

[96583UP]

Congrats Chris!

I hope you get to see that smoke

and I hope you get a granita espresso and think of me

[spike]

Update: trip to Italy back on!

Evidently, the girl has to go to PT to strengthen whatever she has left in her knee before surgery, and that'll take about 3 weeks. Surgery is scheduled for the week after we get back. She's able to walk, and in fact will start to feel even better the longer it goes (crazy, considering her ACL is no longer even attached to bone).

Pope-death watch resumes.

I feel like something will happen on this trip that you'll catch blame for. Godspeed.

This trip is definitely cursed.

[washing machine]

I feel like I undersold my Mexico City trip. My favorite part was walking through neighborhoods in the morning before the cafes opened. We stayed in Zona Rosa near Chapultapec woods.

One day we rode to Xochimilco and took those boats down the canal. Peaceful at times, lively otherwise. I loved seeing all the vendors on the shores of the marshy islands.

Walked thru Colima and found some used book and record stores. Had a really nice meal at Ling Ling atop a hotel and another one at a casual tapas place called Fugaz. Colima overall was pretty developed and gentrified.

Biblioteca was very cool. Highlight of the trip being in that borg-like building amongst the spanish texts.

The flight was less than two hours from where I live and everything was very affordable. This trip was a planned birthday thing for my sister, so my agenda wasn't my own. I want to go back and explore intentionally.

[Higgs]

Update: trip to Italy back on!

Evidently, the girl has to go to PT to strengthen whatever she has left in her knee before surgery, and that'll take about 3 weeks. Surgery is scheduled for the week after we get back. She's able to walk, and in fact will start to feel even better the longer it goes (crazy, considering her ACL is no longer even attached to bone).

Pope-death watch resumes.

Nice. Son in same boat. Has to "pre-hab" until his surgery which is scheduled for the 20th of this month. Same deal with ACL - high grade tear. Had his first physio appointment yesterday and starting to get some weight on it.

Hope your daughter gets confidence on her knee in a hurry - lots of steps in front of her in Italy!

[Chris_H_2]

pope is on the mend. sonnava.

[dimejinky99]

He’s so selfish

[Chris_H_2]

this is serious dime

[spike]

does this mean you won't be dragging your hobbled child across europe?

[VinylGuy]

I been thinking to go to New York- New Orleans this next may but the prices of the US are bonkers really....i have been thinking to go back to japan and im surprised on how cheaper it is comparing to NY for example.

[spike]

Sounds like the wife's mid year work trip to Paris HQ will now line up nicely with the kid's mid term break. Thinking of going as a family, but it's starting to sink in how much more further Euro trips are from Australia than America. /:

[Chris_H_2]

flying to boston tomorrow night with the boy to check out a school on friday morning, and then driving up to southern maine to see another friday afternoon. hopefully we'll have time to grab a roll with a cup of chowder in kittery.

[doug rr]

flying to boston tomorrow night with the boy to check out a school on friday morning, and then driving up to southern maine to see another friday afternoon. hopefully we'll have time to grab a roll with a cup of chowder in kittery.

this post makes me tired..glad I have no kids..

[Chris_H_2]

flying to boston tomorrow night with the boy to check out a school on friday morning, and then driving up to southern maine to see another friday afternoon. hopefully we'll have time to grab a roll with a cup of chowder in kittery.

this post makes me tired..glad I have no kids..

i should've listened to you at the start of covid and bought myself something nice with that 529 plan

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Chris_H_2]

flying to boston tomorrow night with the boy to check out a school on friday morning, and then driving up to southern maine to see another friday afternoon. hopefully we'll have time to grab a roll with a cup of chowder in kittery.

which schools?

boston college and bowdoin

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Chris_H_2]

flying to boston tomorrow night with the boy to check out a school on friday morning, and then driving up to southern maine to see another friday afternoon. hopefully we'll have time to grab a roll with a cup of chowder in kittery.

which schools?

boston college and bowdoin

I should’ve just said the expensive ones.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.