I'll be leaving for Rome
July 3, thanks to my dear, sadly-dead friend Norm's generosity, for a
15 day cruise from Rome to Istanbul. This will be my third visit to
Rome, my first being 57 years ago courtesy of the United States Navy.
But I'll also be revisiting, for the first time since my Navy days,
Athens and Istanbul, of which I have fond memories. As those of you
who have been following my blogs well know, I have a strange
obsession with and relationship to the past. While I cannot fool
myself into thinking the journey or I will be the same as it/I was,
it promises to be a fascinating adventure.
This will also be my first
time on an ocean (well, sea)-going vessel since I left the navy. The
river cruise I took last year from Budapest to Amsterdam was
beautiful, but I'm not sure river cruise boats, large as they are,
are really considered to be ships.
The one less-than-idyllic
aspect of the coming cruise, as it was with the river cruise, is that
I will largely be unable to take advantage of the marvelous food and
wines provided. With great regret, but little choice, I have accepted
the fact that as a result of my ten-years-ago, now, dance with tongue
cancer, I have absolutely no interest in solid food beyond a few
bites. No bid for sympathy; just the way it is. For dinner each
evening, I'll be lucky to finish an appetizer. And since wine, or any
regular alcohol, burns the hell out of my mouth, though I can fairly
well tolerate beer, I'll try to drink as much dark beer as I can.
The point of mentioning the
food is that I will unquestionably, as I did on the river cruise, be
losing 10 pounds or more during the trip. I have ordered two cases of
Benecalorie liquid nutritional supplement—each with 24 1.5 oz cups
of highly-concentrated nutrients providing 350 calories each—and
will try to pack as many of them as I can into my suitcase so I'll be
guaranteed at least 1/3 of my necessary caloric intake each day. I
normally also drink two 8-oz, 350-calorie bottles of nutritional
supplements per day, but I can't carry enough of them with me to
cover the entire trip.
I'm looking forward to
taking a ton of pictures and, while it should be no problem while
ashore, I'm mildly concerned about taking pictures while at sea. I'm
sure they sail mostly close to the shore to facilitate passengers
taking pictures, but I have found that pictures taken at a distance
lose a lot. And if I use the zoom lens feature, the slightest motion
while clicking the shutter blurs the photo (moving ships are not
ideal for stability).
My fondest memories of
Athens—recorded in my A World Ago: A Navy Man's Letters Home,
1954-1956—are of being ashore with my shipboard buddy, Lloyd,
upon whom I had a gigantic but totally unrequited crush. I think
today it would be called a “bromance.” The pictures we had taken
of the two of us in front of the Parthenon still make my chest ache
whenever I look at them. And while the details were blurred by
alcohol, I distinctly remember the night the two of us went ashore
and got utterly, totally drunk and would never have made it back to
the ship were it not for the kindness of a couple of Greek sailors we
encountered at some point in the evening.
Istanbul provided another
cherished memory, and one from which I have a tangible reminder as
well. While I can't recall the exact details, I found myself at the
Istanbul Hilton hotel with some shipmates, and ordered a small glass
of sweet vermouth. I'm not sure why, but I considered it the time to
be the height of elegance and sophistication—I was at the Istanbul
Hilton, after all. The tiny glass had the hotel's logo etched onto it
and, man of the world that I was, I stole it. I still have it. So I
want, if possible, to return to the Istanbul Hilton, if it still
exists at the same location, and risk the burning of my mouth to have
a small glass of sweet vermouth. I will try to resist stealing the
glass this time, but....
So yet again I find myself
acutely aware of Thomas Wolfe's caution that “you can't go home
again.” And yet again, despite knowing I can't, I can try.
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2 comments:
I think what you're doing is incredible. It's an attempt to reach across time, touch a memory, and breathe life into it once more. Am very much looking forward to reading your posts about the trip and then your afterthoughts.
I have read but just your most recent post but I like it and I have a sense that I would like to explore your past posts - that memory and the past thing is powerful for exploration and as one gets older, one cannot but help put perspective on the past by somehow revisiting it in writing, if one writes of course - Have a great trip - I have started a new blog www.baronyofinchiquin.com From the style and narrative of your writing, I feel you might enjoy mine too. But perhaps not. Anyhow link provided in case you decide to read.
Breda Shannon
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