Craig and Carolyn are still in town. We head for brunch at Table 17. After a lively discussion, the restaurant did agree to serve me the Eggs Neopolitan with polenta instead of bread. I guess I am being gauche, asking for a northern Italian staple to be served with my southern Italian style eggs, but they were delicious! I cannot imagine bread as an improvement to the melt-in-your-mouth polenta.
I meet up with Rosemary. When I decided to take the year off, I had expected that finally I would be at home long enough to keep a plant alive. I was so wrong. Rosemary has been doing a fantastic job keeping my finicky calla lily alive these past 3 months.
I almost didn’t watch the DVD that I had borrowed, but am glad I did. Denys Arcand’s “Barbarian Invasions” reached a depth in me, emphasizing the importance of living each day well. I resolve that this year off will not be in vain.
I take a detour through Calatrava's signature soaring arches, now accented with Christmas themed lighting. I like it almost as well as viewing his Gare do Oriente (Lisbon) at night.
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