a week in review:
Friday morning: take the bus to the ruins of a Roman city a few miles from my house.
Friday afternoon: lay talking to my friend Rachel under a palm tree for hours.
Friday night: "sleep" on a bus.
Saturday morning: miss an international flight.
Saturday afternoon: get to Rome anyway.
Saturday night: receive an email with the subject "Give the Pope a high five for me!"
Sunday morning: see the Pope. I gave him an air high five.
Sunday night: taste my first vodka. Quite likely my last.
Monday morning: read Romans in Rome while waiting in line to see the Sistine Chapel.
Monday night: find out that my family is moving to Ft. Collins after twenty years on Borchers Rd.
Tuesday afternoon: realize a half-a-life-long dream to visit a catacomb.
Tuesday night: attend a concert of opera in a beautiful gothic church and realize that the locals can actually understand the words.
Wednesday: lay on a black sand beach by the Mediterranean.
Thursday: eat tortillas, fish paté, and tomato sauce while sitting outside the Madrid bus station in the pouring rain.
Thursday night: email my family while sitting along a street in Sevilla and being passed by tipsy people in flamenco dresses.
Friday morning: type up my seven thousand word journal that I kept throughout the week just to keep me sane.
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