Not a whole lot to report about the goings-on at Ostia; we've started taking off the floor (time to break out the pickaxes and chisels), though we could not work today because it was raining at Ostia (nap time instead!). One of the benefits of having the day off was that I could come home and run (after a nice nap, of course...6 AM wakeup alarms are so overrated). I just love running in Rome. In all honesty, Rome is a pretty lousy place to run--the traffic is unpredictable, the air is full of exhaust, there are tourists everywhere, the surfaces are all concrete or cobblestones (clearly the way to get rid of all the cartilage in my knees before the age of 40...were I to live here full time).
Despite all this, I'd rather run here than anyplace else.
A little part of my preference goes back to the plethora of sights (it is pretty dang cool to be running along the Aurelian walls or along the Via Appia). But there's more than that.
I'm intoxicated by the rhythm of the city. There's no way around it...Rome is a living organism, millenia old, teeming with energy and vigor. Some people I know opt for the energy of a New York, or a Paris, or a London. Fine. Let them have their own city. Rome has claimed me for herself and I willingly submit.
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