I was curled up in bed, lying on my side with my computer in front of me. In the bottom of the eighth, I saw Reed Johnson fly out. I saw Garret Anderson walk, and during that at-bat I saw Manny come on deck to pinch-hit. And the next thing I know, it's 1:47 am, my computer screen is black, and I'm waking up from one of the most ill-timed naps ever. I woke the computer up and discovered that, mere seconds after I had fallen asleep, Manny had hit the go-ahead home run that gave the Dodgers the win. It was a four-pitch at-bat! Why couldn't I keep my eyes open for five more minutes?
Oh well. I'm choosing to focus on the fact that the Dodgers won the game. And also that I'm in Italy.
Standing on a bridge on the island of Torcello.
Today I finished reading Moneyball, which I'm not going to review because you've probably already read it, and it's not like anything I say about it hasn't already been said a thousand times since the book's publication. But I will say that I recommend it, and that even casual baseball fans should get enjoyment out of it. I put down that book and immediately picked up another, 2666, by Roberto Bolano, which I love so much thus far that I can't even stand that I've stopped reading it to write this blog. The book is 898 pages and I'm on page 114. So there's always a chance it could take a drastic turn for the worse in the next 784 pages, but I'm hoping against it.
I took a break from the book earlier to walk to a part of town that I had never ventured into before. Even armed with a map, I managed to get sort of lost, mostly because I was inept enough to continue to look at the map upside down. So I didn't understand why the signs pointing me to the Rialto Bridge wanted me to go right, when clearly the bridge was to my left. Yeah. I'm dumb. I've got another map on which I've been marking all the streets I've already walked on, just so I can get an understanding of where I've yet to go in town. Today when I get home to mark this afternoon's journey, I don't think I'm going to be able to figure out exactly where I was. I have a good sense of direction, but that becomes compromised when I spend an hour thoroughly convinced I'm heading one way, when I've actually been going completely the opposite way.
Looking tough outside the police station on Murano.
That said, if you come to Venice, I can show you around. I've learned some stuff in my nine days here, and I could show you some things. There are many cities in the United States about which this is true, and last year I added San Juan, Puerto Rico, to that list. I think I'm happiest about knowing Venice, though. And since I still have about a month left here, I'll be a regular pro at this city when all is said and done.
I'm still a little afraid of the traghettos, which are the gondolas that take (according to the sign) a maximum of fourteen people across the Grand Canal. There are only four bridges crossing the Grand Canal, so the traghettos are necessary so you don't have to walk all over just to cross from one side to the other. I'm not so afraid of them that I won't ride one, and in fact I did take one today, but there is still a bit of fear. A lot of people stand up in them, which I'm not sure I can do yet. There's just a general sort of unsteadiness about them, and there are a lot of boats traveling this waterway, so sometimes the path looks a little dicey. But I'm willing to bet not too many of these things have capsized over the years, so the wariness is going away and I'm sure I'll be over it soon.
I've got upcoming trips to Rome and Florence and Milan, though I don't know exactly when those will happen. More news as it breaks.
My "model" pose next to a sculpture at the Peggy Guggenheim.