Man, this stuff is good. Christine showed me La Casa Del Caffe Tazza D’Oro (close to the Pantheon) when we were in Rome, and I had the best latte ever. I bought 250g of the stuff that day, and my bag had this wonderful aroma all day long.
I’ve been asked a few times lately if I get jet lag, and my response is always no, since I don’t follow any sort of daily sleeping routine. I don’t really have an internal body clock or circadian rhythm as far as I can tell. But I do deprive myself of sleep for long periods of time for the sake of getting things done, probably too much if truth be told. But when I do sleep, it’s always quality sleep — top shelf — so in some respects I’m better off than, say, a light sleeper or someone who takes forever to wind down. I fall asleep immediately and I don’t wake up for anything (not even the bathroom) until I’m done or the alarm goes off.
On that note, a bit of a random brain dump before I try for an early night and ignore the ‘To Do’ backlog:
- I got some light ribbing yesterday from a few people at work who noticed I’d been away: “Didn’t you just start? And you went on vacation?”
- I arrived home to a heatwave in Toronto;
- I arrived home to a municipal worker’s strike, too;
- You know what? Heatwave + garbage strike = EWWW!
- An interesting project in vicarious living, Emily Zinneman (Meg Tilly‘s daughter) moves to Vancouver and offers up 52 weeks of her next year to be lived according to the whims of 52 other people;
- I clearly didn’t bring back nearly enough chocolate from Vienna or Bratislava;
- One of my favourite travel-related blogs written by a nomad named Amylin happens to feature a write-up about a nomad base in Amsterdam called Casa Robino, which I’ve been curious about for a while — check it out if nomadic living interests you in any way;
- I hope the couple from Connecticut Christine and I met in Rome last weekend get in touch, they were great dinner companions;
- I booked an appointment for Beano’s vaccinations — yikes, remember last time I took him to the vet?
