Relaxing on the roof of Hayden's apartment in Paris.

Prague-Berlin

My feelings about Prague changed wildly from one day to the next. I arrived late in the evening, having spent most of the train ride chatting with two Americans from Chicago and Atlanta. I had gone several days without meeting anyone that I liked, so it was a pleasure to be able to have a conversation again.

The first hostel I found was huge, dirty, and noisy, so I was up around 6 am. I checked into another place and headed to Bohemia Bagel--I think bagels may be the food I have missed most. I joined Kurt for breakfast, a private pilot from the Bay Area currently shuttling a client around Europe. Perhaps this is a career I should look into? The constant travel would be nice. Kurt and I spent the morning wandering, climbing to the top of the mini-Eiffel Tower (by far the best views of the city), exploring a hall of mirrors, visiting the Museum of Medieval Torture Instruments (interesting and creepy), and touring the Church of Our Lady of Victory, which is devoted to a wax doll of baby Jesus and his numerous outfits. It was truly odd and worth seeing.

I spent the afternoon walking and getting lost. I have a decent sense of direction and have been able to get my bearings in nearly every city I've been in, but Prague is really quite hard to navigate. I think I managed to cover most of the downtown area three or four times in the two days I was there. I spent several hours in the jewish museum, which is actually a series of synagogues and a graveyard. Prague is a beautiful place, reminding me of a setting for a fairy tale. Was the movie Labyrinth filmed in the area? It looks similar. It is extremely different from Budapest, and seems to have reacted to the fall of communism in a very different way. Whereas Budapest is all about commerce and industry and forward movement, Prague seems to be moving backwards to a much earlier time.

By day 2, the charm of the town was starting to feel a little fake. I spent the morning at the castle and toy museum (castle just so-so, Toy Museum excellent) and walked along the waterfront for an hour, then decided to get my show on the road. The train ride north to Berlin is the most spectacular so far--mile after mile of tiny villages with huge castles overlooking a river. I've grown to like riding the train--it's very relaxing.

I only had three hours in Berlin, but took a quick bus ride through various points of historical interest and climbed to the top of the dome of the Reichstag, from which you can see all of the east and west sides of the city. I'd been told of the importance of having a new guidebook to Berlin, and it definitely seems to be true--the amount of growth and construction visible is staggering. I imagine that it will be a very different place in a few years.

The dripping rock wall in Prague.

Prague in the early morning.

Sunset over Arezzo, as seen from the window of my hotel.

Budapest

Budapest is not close to Venice--it took nearly twelve hours of travel to get here. I think it may say something about my daily energy expenditure that I was able to sleep for 9 of those hours, straight. I arrived around 1 pm yesterday, checked into a large, impersonal hostel, and went for a walk. The weather is still quite damp, but it's definitely getting warmer--a vest and jacket seem to do the trick.

Budapest is really large, and feels oddly like an American city (one with really confusing street signs). There are used book stores (I've seen about 20 bookstores, and only one movie theater), used clothing stores, Blockbusters, gyms, Burger Kings on nearly every block, TMobile stores, etc. The people are generally fair, though many of the men look like Al Bundy. There is a quick subway system and numerous buses. Every meal I've had has been huge--the pastry is excellent, everything else just okay and in large portions. I ordered chicken stuffed with peaches and brie yesterday, which wasn't great, but I'll look for a new recipe when I get home--the combination seemed to have potential. Maybe it needed a good balsalmic vinegar sauce?

I spent yesterday wandering Castle Hill, and powered through several museums this morning. The Museum of Fine Arts was shockingly good. I had very low expectations, and was blown away by the collection, especially the the sculptures--Rodin's Eternal Spring in particular. Here's a link to a picture: <http://www.enkiri.com/europe/hungary/budapest981.jpg>

Next up was the Jewish History Museum and synogogue. I took a tour, which was quite informative and tough. Our tour guide was the daughter of a local Holocaust survivor, and cried throughout the presentation. I found the experience really upsetting and very valuable at the same time.

I spent the majority of the afternoon in the Gellert Hotel Spas. As much as I loved the museums, I think it's worth traveling to Budapest just to experience the baths. This one (one of the most famous in the area) has a swimming pool, hot tub, sauna (that was so hot it hurt to breathe), cold water tub, and two huge pools that were slightly above and slightly below body temperature, all in a beautifully tiled and vaulted building. The basic idea is to shuffle between the various pools until you're as limp as a noodle, which I did. If I could do this every day, I'd be an entirely different person. It was interesting to observe the other women (the pools are segregated). About half wore swim suits, probably 60% were over 50, and the majority appeared to be local--or could at least speak Hungarian. People tended to arrive with a friend, and viewed socializing to be an important part of the experience.

I cruised through the Hungarian history museum and Central Market Hall after, but didn't manage to process much. I think all the steam went to my head. I'm going to the modern art museum tomorrow, and may squeeze in another soak before I leave for Prague.

Arezzo-Venice-Padua

Three days after my hike in the Cinque Terra, I'm finally able to navigate stairs. I like to think that I'm in pretty decent shape, but my legs have been a mess! I've taken things fairly slowly the last few days. I arrived in Arezzo around 1:00 on Friday, planning to spend the afternoon before heading to Venice (and break up the long trip). I walked through the town, made it to the park at the top, and found myself wondering why I was rushing. Arezzo is stunning--ancient but clean, perched on a hill surrounded by rolling green hills and portions of an old roman aqueduct. The hostel I stayed in was in the middle of a huge, landscaped country estate. I was the only one there for the night (the place probably sleeps 200). The sunset over the town was a rich, deep purple.

Arezzo is known for its jewelry, of which there was little to see, and Pierro della Francesca's frescos in the Chiesa San Francesca, and yes, you should go to see them. The colors and the subject are vibrant. I visited several churches and the local museum, but what I enjoyed the most was wandering around the town and observing the buildings and the locals. Despite its age, Arezzo still feels like a real, living place. If you're in the area and have a car, I'm recommend using the town as a base to other cities in the area (Assisi is quite close).

I was worried that a day and a half in Venice wouldn't be enough, but frankly, I'm ready to leave. I found myself struggling to find reasons to like the town (I didn't like it on my last trip either), and finally gave myself permission to say that it's just not one of my favorite places. I visited the Galleria dell' Accademia (fantastic), the Peggy Guggenheim Collection (I'm not a huge fan of modern art, so it didn't do much for me), and the Galleria Ca'D'Oro Franchetti (not particularly interesting in and of itself, but the audioguide gave a useful history of Venice), and wandered for several hours through the various Piazzas and over bridges. Venice is dirty, massively crowded, and feels like it's just out to make a quick buck.

So, rather than continue feeling put out by the town, I took a detour this afternoon to Padua, a city I really do like. Like Arezzo, Padua feels like it's still real. The architecture is stunning, the people are friendly (there was a marathon through the city this afternoon, and I enjoyed watching the runners and their supporters cheering them on). I only visited a limited number of sites, including several churches; the majority of my afternoon was spent wandering and eating. I've been on a pizza kick for the last few days, mostly Pizze Napoletano, which has tomato sauce, cheese, capers, and anchovies. Today's was the best--they used slices of fresh buffalo mozzarella instead of the usual grated.

I'm off on a night train to Budapest soon--new culinary adventures await.

The Cinque Terra, seen from the hiking trail.

Cinque Terra

I stayed in Manarola, the second of the five towns. It's tiny and perched above the water. I was really expecting the Cinque Terra to be like the Amalfi Coast, but it's very different--much smaller, less touristy, much more remote in feeling (though actually a bit easier to get to). It's a must-see if you like hiking and pesto, but otherwise has very little to offer. Physically, the area looks a lot like Muir Woods once you leave the redwoods and get on the trail towards Stinson Beach.

I arrived around 6 pm, and met a lovely Australian girl on the way to the hostel. Michele is three weeks into a 6 month trip that culminates in Russia. The following morning we set off on the 5-city hike, adding on an inland detour between towns 2 and 3 because of landslides on the main trail. It's really nice to find someone at a similar fitness level and with the same pace--she was an excellent hiking partner. We wandered up hills, down hills, and through vineyards, with several gelato and snack breaks. The weather was perfect--sunny but with a bit of a breeze. We completed the entire round trip in just under 10 hours, including breaks. According to my guidebook, it was roughly 22 miles. Needless to say, I'm really sore and taking it easy today.

The food in Manarolo, while limited, was excellent. There are probably 6 restaurants in the entire town. Pesto is a local specialty, and it's just perfect--not to oily, lots of garlic, lots of cheese. I also drank a fair amount of the local white wine, which is quite sweet, almost a dessert wine.

The Leaning Tower of Pisa.

Lunchtime at the Pantheon on Rome.

Rome-Assisi

I love Rome. It's a fascinating, layered city with tons of things to do. I had a negative and a positive side to my visit this time:

Negative: massive crowds because of the pope's passing and the election of the new pope.
Positive: Clint and Susan Baggerman (Clint is Lisa's brother) to tour with. Clint and Susan are both fascinating people with extremely interesting jobs at NASA--make sure you meet them on your next trip to Texas.

Looking over my notes, I'm having a bit of a hard time condensing Rome into a few paragraphs. Rather than bore you with the details (I saw over 20 churches, multiple monuments, and several museums), here are my top five from this trip (not in any particular order):

1. Bernini's elephant statue in the Piazza della Minerva.
2. Andrea Pozzo's ceiling in the Church of San Lorenzo. At the risk of pissing off a lot of people, I think this is better than the Sistine Chapel.
3. Basilic del San Clemente: 3 churches built on top of each other. This church conveys the history of Rome unlike any other.
4. The Catacombs of San Sebastiano: very informative, appropriately creepy. I also saw the Catacombs of San Callisto, but I think San Sebastiano is better (they have 3 roman burial temples converted to Christianity that are quite interesting to see). It's quite a hike to get out to the catacombs, but the journey allows you to see the original Appian Road, which is beautiful.
5. Bernini's statue of the Ecstacy of St. Teresa (can you tell I like Bernini?).

After leaving Rome, I headed to Assisi. It was yet another cold, rainy day, which never helps. Unlike in the southern parts of Italy, the people of Assisi were neither warm or welcoming. I definitely felt like a tourist, and have to say that I didn't really like the town. That said----the Basilica of St. Francis is THE MOST IMPRESSIVE AND BEAUTIFUL CHURCH I HAVE SEEN YET. Seriously. It's worth going way out of your way to see. There are three levels (crypt, two churches) and each is staggering in its own way. I preferred the middle level, which was covered with complex, brightly shaded frescos. The upper level was damaged in the 1997 earthquke, but the town has done an admirable job of restoring the art. The entire place does a great job of accomplishing its purpose--making one think about St. Francis and what he preached.

At 6:25 pm, the bells (every bell in town, which are quite numerous) started ringing. I was walking up the hill to dinner. After about 10 minutes, I realized that the bells had a purpose, and was able to watch the Italian news coverage of the election of the new pope from the restaurant I was in. Surprisingly, there was very little reaction on the street (or not surprisingly--the Italians did what we would do: turn on the television). I was happy to at least share the experience with the people in the restaurant.

I spent most of today traveling, with a quick detour into Pisa, which has a lot more than the famed tower. I was actually surprised by how short the tower is (although it definitely leans). I'll be in the Cinque Terra for the next two days.

Looking down on Positano (after climbing for over an hour).

Positano-Naples

There was a major landslide on Thursday (a rock went through two floors of a hotel, which was fortunately empty at the time), so the roads were closed north of Positano. Rather than spend another night in Positano, I decided to stay in Positano, in the hostel I found on my last trip. I arrived around five and wandered down to the town. The weather was absolutely perfect, the town almost completely empty (the pope's passing has had a major impact on tourism outside of rome). The landslide created a major traffic jam, so I was able to observe the locals out of their cars, chatting while they waited their turn out of the town. Positano is a really small town--I thought it interesting to note that it's similar to Herculeum in population (4000), geographic size, and function. Because it really caters to tourism, nearly everyone speaks English. I met Nario, who works in the local laundry, on the way up the hill. It seems that working in a laundry has its perks--you get to see the inside of every kitchen in town. He took me to his favorite for dinner, Il Mediterraneo. I had fried zucchini blossoms stuffed with salty ricotta, bruschetta, pasta with anchovies, fried calamari, and a few bites of steak. Possibly one of the best meals of my life.

I woke up early for what turned into a much longer hike than I had originally planned. I walked up the mountain, on stairs, for an hour and a half. Ouch. The view extended out to the horizon. It actually reminded me a bit of the north side of Kauai. I thought I was heading north, but somehow ended on an eastern path. After 4 hours and about 10 miles, I found myself near Sorrento, having crossed the entire Sorrentine peninsula. My legs still hurt, but it was a wonderful way to see the area, and the non-touristic towns.

I took the train back and met Nario for yet another hike, this time to the huge hole in the side of the mountain near Monte Pertuso. Getting there involved walking through people's yards and scrambling up a cliff--I was glad to have someone show me the way. I got some great pictures, which I'll post when I get back to Paris.

We ate another great dinner, this time in Monte Pertuso. The restaurant overlooked Positano, and grows all its own vegetables, raises pigs, sheep, and chickens, and makes its own wine and mandarin orange liquor. I ate a lot of vegetables and pasta. I definitely think the food gets better as you head south.

Today was spent traveling and in Naples. My prior trip to Naples wasn't great--it's big, dirty, and loud. I managed to get my sister and I completely lost, and we wandered for hours. This time I just took the subway, which was cheap, clean, and easy. The national archaeology museum is one of the best I've seen. I was expecting something on the scale of the archaeology museum in Mexico City (which would take 2 days to see completely), but this one was intimate, quickly seen, and full of spectacular sculpture and mosaics (including the famous erotic art from Pompeii, which just recently opened to the public in general and women in particular). The curators have spent a lot of time putting together overviews of the collections and time periods, in both Italian and English. I found the entire place very easy to understand and appreciate. It's definitely worth braving the city to visit.

I'll be in Rome for the next four days.

Herculeum, with the modern city in the background.

Siena-Herculeum-Sorrento-Capri

I arrived in Sorrento last night after a long day of very scenic traveling, and a detour to Herculeum (which I loved; I think I enjoyed it more than Pompeii. Much more manageable in size, but still packed with interesting art and architecture). I had wandered quickly through Siena the afternoon before. It was possibly the most beautiful city I've seen so far. I got a taste for it--and toured the Duomo--before heading to the hostel, which was in the middle of nowhere, 20 minutes by bus from the city. Fortunately, an UCSB student studying in the area told me which stop to get off at. I think I may return on the way north, but I'll need to find a more central place to stay.

The weather has dramatically improved, so I decided to stick with the original plan of going south. Upon arriving last night in Sorrento, I found a guy from Israel and a young student from Baltimore who had been in town for several weeks. We had dinner (ravioli stuffed with eggplant in a sausage and tomato sauce), a bottle of local wine, and some gelato, and then wandered the streets for a few hours. They took me to all of their favorite spots, from the fishermen's village to the village square to the castle hidden under a bridge. It was wonderful, the perfect way to see the city.

I spent four hours this morning hiking the eastern third of Capri. Despite the masses of tourists (nearly all over 60, traveling in packs, and either american or german), it was a truly magical place. The trails were paved, every view was spectacular. I made it to Villa Jovis, the natural arch in the mountain, and the Grotto of Matromania. The famous blue grotto was closed for the day, which gives me an excuse to come back to this area again someday.

I'm about to take the bus to Amalfi for two more days of hiking.

Dante's grave in Florence.

The central square of Verona.

Verona-Bologna-Florence

Today is my third, and last day in Florence. I realize that I have made comments in the past to many of you about how much I dislike Florence (I think "Italian Disneyland" might have been the term I used), but I'd like to officially change that opinion. My last trip here was spent either rushing around or in lines, and I've found it a major relief to not have to bother with the "A" level attractions. There are other museums than the Uffizi (I'll see three of them today), and certainly plenty more churches than Il Duomo.

I really hated how the city seemed overrun with tourists last time, but being here on my own now it seems like a bit of a plus. Americans certainly seem to travel a lot, particularly those from California and New York.

It is absolutely freezing here--bone-crushingly, wear-a-down-jacket-and-mittens sort of weather. My trip through Bologna was quite brief because of this--I climbed to the top of their famous Torre degli Asinelli, was pelted with hail, took cover in San Petronio chruch, inhailed a delicious bowl of pesto pasta, and ran for the train. It's hard to wander and appreciate the sites when you're a popsicle. I'm hoping for better weather soon, but am adjusting the itinerary a bit to let it warm up before I get to the Amalfi Coast. Today: Florence and Siena. Tomorrow: Siena to San Gigigamo, then either Florence for the night, Assisi (unlikely, it's pretty far out of the way and doesn't have cheap lodging), or Naples (I city I planned to skip, but the archaeology museum is sounding like something I should do before Paestum). I suppose it's nice to have options.

A few notes on the people I've been meeting: we Americans certainly are an outgoing group. I've found it incredibly easy to make casual acquaintances, something I'm not great at in real life. The majority of people in hostels, male and female, are traveling alone. Most so far seem to be quite a bit younger than me--I feel a bit old. I've met three Bay Area people, including Jennifer from Oakland who sends her best to Kendra.

Paris-Milan-Bergamo-Como-Verona

I made it safe and relatively sound (definitely tired) to Milan on Thursday at 7:10 am. By 7:25, I was at Il Duomo, wandering around in relative peace. Milan doesn't seem to wake before 8 am, making it hard to even find a cup of coffee, but allowing a nearly empty tour of the interior of the Duomo. It's huge and impressive, though I far preferred the roof tour, which gave a great view of the multiple layers of construction. My guidebooks mention that there are over 3000 statues on the building, which seems believable considering that each spire has about 8-12.

I next toured the Brera and Ambrosiana museums, which were excellent. My criteria: strong, interesting collection which a few recognizable pieces, ideally small enough to be completed in under two hours (before brain fatigue sets in). Both focused on religious art, and had small collections of 18th and 19th century works, including several by Francesco Hayez that I particularly liked. He's known for "The Kiss", but also did Whistler-esque society portraits. I liked the Ambrosiana the most, because they had a restoration area right in the center of one of the portrait galleries. It was interesting to watch the people work.

Lesson for the rest of the trip: leave the most important church for the end. I saw three or four others (San Alessandro being the most appealing), but they all paled in comparison to Il Duomo.

I planned a day for all of this, but finished up around 1 pm. The train to como wasn't scheduled to leave for 5 hours, so I spent the afternoon traveling to and around Bergamo. This was a lovely little walled town in the center of a larger modern one. It's know for the extremely baroque Capella Colleoni church (which is indeed quite ornate, to the point of being gawdy). I took a bus around the outer wall, then walked through the center. This town isn't necessarily worth the trip, but would be a great place to study abroad. I assume there are several schools in the town, gaging from the fact that nearly everyone I saw was under 25 and carrying a bookbag.

Two more hours on the train brought me to Como and a nice, quiet, and clean hostel. The town was covered in fog. My next trip to Como will be a better funded one; it seemed like a great place to enjoy with a healthy budget. The hills were covered with grand villas covering the hillside.

I'm nearing the end of my second day in Verona. While you could get through the major sites in a single day, the pace is slow here and I've enjoyed wandering the streets. I've seen 8 churches (my favorite being the one devoted to San Zeno, which was originally constructed around 806 A.D.), the Colliseum and Juliet's house (unremarkable), several roman ruins, a small museum, the view from the top of the Austrian military baracks, several bicycle shops (I spent most of the day with two nice young men from a town near Shasta who plan to bike from Verona to Rome, if they can find bikes), and a few other things. Verona isn't so much about the things in it as about the town itself--it's friendly, full of beautiful, old buildings, and quite atmospheric. The kind of place where it's okay to do nothing but be there.

I plan to eat something with a lot of cheese on it tonight, drink some of the excellent local wine (very light and fruity), head off to Bologna tomorrow morning, and make it to Florence by nightfall (note to future travelers: there are few direct trains between Verona and Florence; you have to plan on a detour to either Milan or Bologna).

The Grand Tour

Nothing ever quite works out as you expect it to, right? My year in France doesn't seem to be in the cards (visa and other problems), so I'm heading out tomorrow on a three month visa and plan to make the most of it. My itinerary follows--I'll post frequent updates on what I actually manage to do, so be sure to check back. I've drawn inspiration and tips from several books that I highly recommend you check out before your next trip abroad:

1. The Innocents Abroad, Mark Twain, description of travels through Europe and the Holy Land in 1867.
2. The Royal Road to Romance, Richard Halliburton, description of travels through Europe and the Far East in the 1920s. [thanks to Lisa Bach for this recommendation--I was lucky enough to find a 1st edition for $1.75 in Bend, OR. You can also find a reissued edition, though I'm not sure it includes the pictures featured in the earlier one.]
3. Neither Here Nor There, Bill Bryson, description of travels through Europe in 1992.

All are excellent in and of themselves, but as a set provide a really interesting view of the region over time. Let me know if you know of any others I should read.

The itinerary:

4/6
Leave Paris 10:28 pm, night train to Milan (arrive 7:10 am)

4/7
day in Milan, Night: Como

4/8
Train: Como-Milan-Verona
VERONA--2N

4/10
Train: Verona-Bologna (stop for lunch/sightseeing)-Florence
FIRENZE--3N

4/11
Day trip to Urbino if possible, otherwise extra day in Florence

4/13
Train: Florence-Herculeum-Sorrento

4/14
Bus/Boat: Sorrento-Capri (spend the day)-Positano

4/15
Positano (lunch), hike between Amalfi towns, night train to Salerno

4/16
Day trip from Salerno: Paestum (am)
Train: Salerno-Rome
ROME--4N

Sightsee with the Texas branch of the Baggerman clan 4/16-4/19

4/20
Train: Rome-Assisi
Assisi-2N

4/22
Train: Assisi-Siena

4/23
Train: Siena-San Gimignano (spend the day)-Siena

4/24
Train: Siena-Pisa (tower and church)-Cinque Terra
Stay in Manarolo-2N

4/26
Train: Cinque Terra-Milan-Venice (arrive afternoon)

4/27
Night Train: Venice-Budapest
Budapest-3N

4/30
Train: Budapest-Prague
Prague-2N

5/2
Night train: Prague-Amsterdam, arrive am on 5/3
Amsterdam-1N

5/4
Train: Amsterdam-London
London--3N

5/7
Train: London-Paris
Paris--5N

5/12
Night train: Paris-Munich

5/13
Arrive Munich--1N, join Elese Veeh.

5/14
Train: Munich-Vienna
Vienna—3N

5/17
Train: Vienna-Hallstatt--2N

5/19
Train: Hallstatt-Salzberg-2N

5/21:
Train: Salzberg-Fussen (Neushwanstein Castle)--1N

5/22:
Train: Fussen-Bern [1N, leave 5/23 pm]

5/23:
Train: Bern-Barcelona [night train, 11 hours]
Barcelona--3N

5/27
Night train to Granada
Granada--2N

5/30
Tarifa, with day trip to Tangier-2N

6/1
Ronda and/or Arco--2N

6/3
Sevilla--3N

6/6
Toledo--2N

6/8
Madrid--3N
Elese departs 6/9 am.

6/11
Night train to Paris

6/14-21
South of France, hiking Crusade Trail segment

6/28
Fly: Paris-Boston

Back in the Bay

We're officially back in San Francisco for a few more weeks. Hayden and I have sublet an apartment for the month of February at Grove and Divisadero--we moved in yesterday. It seems fine: walking distance to grocery stores and the gym, plenty of restaurants near by.

I'm really happy to be back in the land of decent winter weather. I spent last week in Mexico City with Hayden's sister Jessica, which has a comparable climate. Mexico City is an interesting place, if not necessarily a place you'd want to live in. It's very spread out and a bit hard to get around (think Los Angeles or Atlanta). The streets aren't the cleanest, though the air quality wasn't bad at all (we were lucky to get some rain and wind, which blows the smog away). The altitude does take its toll--I felt tired most of the trip.

The city has a few excellent museums. If you visit, I'd recommend a stay of 3 days, avoiding a Monday (everything shuts down). We saw the Pyramids outside the city (remarkable; 2000 years old, huge and in fairly good condition). I hadn't realized that the pyramids were built 1500 years before the Aztec civilization--the Aztecs mimicked the pre-existing structures, which makes everything look contemporaneous.

The following day, we saw the Palacio Nacional (Diego Rivera murals; we hired an excellent guide we explained what was going on in each, and also provided a good summary of the history of the city), Templo Mayor (the Aztec temple excavation, with an excellent attached museum), the national cathedral (very European in design and appearance), the house of tiles, the Inglesia de San Francisco (a very old church remarkable for the fact that it was obviously sinking--as the entire downtown area of the city is. The church listed about 15 degrees to one side), and the Palacio del Belles Artes. There was a fair amount of commotion in the belles artes--we discovered after the fact that it was a funeral for a famous Mexico songwriter. As we ate lunch in the cafe, we were joined at the next table by none other that Gabriel Garcia Marquez! It was pretty exciting. He seemed quite friendly, even agreeing to take photos with several people in the restaurant.

We next hit the Anthropology Museum, a remarkable collection of artifacts, including the famous Aztec calendar (which was discovered in the Templo Mayor we visited earlier in the day). There were few tourists at the museum, or anywhere else, for that matter. It's definitely worth a visit. We wrapped up the day with dinner at the Hotel de San Angel, a beautiful monastery converted into an upscale restaurant.

Monday was spent walking in the Polanco district. On Tuesday, I headed back to the San Angel neighborhood to visit the Leon Trotsky museum (worthwhile if you're in the neighborhood already; a bit run down) and the Frida Kahlo Museum (excellent; beautifully maintained and packed with Frida's paintings and personal belongings. A very lovely structure in and of itself.). After debating about returning to the Anthropology Museum, I decided to walk up to the Chapultapec Castle to see the view. This is a museum that the guidebooks really sell short--I'd put it on my top 10, maybe even top 5, museum list. The view is spectacular, the collection comprehensive and impressive, the building itself quite grand. The main collection covers the history of the city from the time of Spanish occupation. There are suits of armor, carriages, religious artifacts, a collection of flags of the various conquistadors, very clear explanations of how Mexican and Spanish traditions were combined (everything from religion to agriculture), jewelry, weapons, etc. It took two hours to go through this section, which led to a dramatic Sisquieros mural and the main body of the castle, which contained recreations of the contents of the rooms the various rulers of the city occupied from the 1860s-1930s.

All in all, it was a busy and educational trip.

More books...

Hayden and I are still in Boston, working out plans for the next few weeks. I'm flying back to San Francisco on Wednesday, and will continue on from there for a brief vacation in Mexico City with Jessica, Hayden's sister. We're looking for a place to sublet for the month of February--email me if you know of anything. After that, we'll FINALLY move to Paris!

I've nearly exhausted the new releases section at the library, and am looking for some good recommendations. The latest books:

The Jane Austen Book Club: one of those incredibly popular novels that doesn't quite live up to the hype. The author does have a firm grasp on Austen's works, and generates some interesting discussions about the characters and plot lines. The book's characters, however, fail to come to life. They're a bit to broadly sketched, and hard to relate to.

Paris to the Moon: a collection of essays from New Yorker writer Adam Gopnik. Many interesting bits about the modern life of the expat. Too much information, in fact: from child rearing to politics to soccer to labor unions, there's something for everyone, but few can be interested in all of it. I found myself skimming sections towards the end.

I am Charlotte Simmons: I love Tom Wolfe's writing, but this, like all the reviews say, is one of his weakest books. The first 500 pages or so I convinced myself that it was "good enough"--a bit out of touch, perhaps, but still full of Wolfe's usual charm. While he didn't succeed in creating a believable college-age character or environment, he clearly put a lot of effort and research into the attempt. What tipped the scales for me, however, was Charlotte--no matter how hard you try, you just can't like her, and it's painful to read a book this long about someone this cold and artificial.

Little Earthquakes: The latest best-seller from Jennifer Weiner, author of Good in Bed (which I didn't like at all, but decided to give her another chance). This is definitely chic lit, but it's well-written, entertaining, and thought provoking. Nothing groundbreaking, but a decent book.

Should this be titled Alicia's year in Boston?

Hayden and I are still waiting for our visas to go through--we hope to know the complete story later today. It appears that the road to France may be long and filled with detours. Worst-case scenario? 6 more weeks in the states. We're debating between staying here in Boston, or moving to another UbiSoft office for a few weeks (either North Carolina or Montreal). The only upside to all of this mess, as far as I can see, is that we may miss most of the cold weather in France.

Hayden has established a temporary office at the Brookline Public Library, one of the nicest libraries I've ever seen. I've been making my way through the new releases section. As I have plenty of time on my hands, I thought I'd start posting a few brief book reviews, in case you're looking for something new to read.

Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell: I'm sure you've all seen the glowing advance reviews for this title, as well as the more reserved post-publication ones. I actually did like this book, but it's nothing like what I expected. Think Jane Austen + Harry Potter. The action is limited, space instead dedicated to character development, society, and minor quibbles. A comedy of manners with a twist. Only read this if you read quickly or have a long plane flight--it's 800+ pages, and as I mentioned, not a lot happens.

Fables V.4: The latest trade paperback of this Vertigo series just came out--more of the same inventive characters, impressive art, and surprisingly literary storytelling. I don't even like comic books very much, but this is a great place to start (second, in my opinion, only to Y The Last Man).

Alive: Hayden's dad seems to share my passion for end-of-the-world and survival literature. I started with Into the Wild, which is notable but not as interesting as Kraukower's (sp?) later works. Alive, on the other hand, is everything I hoped for and so much more. Dramatic plane crash, fascinating cast of characters, truly impressive handling of a difficult subject. Yes, they ate the bodies of their fellow passengers, but there's no doubt in my mind after reading this book that you would too. I cried throughout the last two chapters, which doesn't happen very often.

Bergdorf Blondes: I'm embarrassed too admit that I read this, but it was a good vacation read. Trashy but entertaining.