Having a freshly brewed cup of (instant) coffee here at my side helps. And the strong, hot shower I just took is helping as well. And the splendid peacock that just strolled past my window, and that I now hear crying in the distance: definitely a help. I’m not home! My routine—as much as I have one—is totally shot! I am beholden to the tour.
A new day of surprises and learning awaits. The fuzzy head will clear. All’s good.
Most of the tours I’ve been on have been thematic: mushroom hunting in New Mexico and the Soviet Union (especially Karelia and Tuva); photography in the Orkney and Shetland Islands of Scotland; birding in Ecuador; wildflower viewing in Western Australia; dog sledding in the far north of Alaska; cycling, hiking, and paddling coast to coast across Costa Rica.
|Hexagon Pool, Golan Heights|
But now, I must get dressed. The schedule calls: breakfast at 7; meet in the lobby at 8. I am really looking forward to my first full day in Rome, when I can—finally—sleep in.
Then again, I’ll be in Rome! Won’t I want to get up early and experience all that Rome has to offer?
Well, we’ll see. At least tomorrow is a “late” day: we don’t get going until 9. Instead of sleeping in, though, maybe I’ll be able to catch up on my journaling, photo sorting, and email. I can always sleep when I get home.
Or, as they say, when I'm dead.