Travel

Mediterranean_rel82_2Although I won’t be able to post this entry until we reach our hotel, I’m typing it from seat 48H on an El Al flight from Paris to Tel Aviv.

Now don’t get me wrong. I don’t mean to diss The Holy Land or sound ungrateful–I’m having a great time, and I really do appreciate the opportunity to see other parts of the world–but all this non-baseball travel is making me miss my trips to major league stadiums. After all, Cincinnati is another part of the world, too. And so is Houston. And San Diego. And Washington, D.C. Those are the only remaining cities with stadiums that I still need to visit, and I’m more determined than ever to get there. I’m thinking I might be able to knock them all off my list this year…or at least three of the four. I already have a couple of June dates picked out for RFK. That’ll be easy. No hotel or flights needed. Just a little four-hour drive each way. I don’t know about Petco. That seems like a long way to fly for just a day or two. But if the Astros and Reds are playing at home at the same time, I’d have no problem taking a short trip and catching one game (and several balls) at each stadium.

I don’t think I’ll do well in D.C. As I wrote a couple weeks ago, RFK scares me. On the other hand, Minute Maid and Great American look promising. They’re so small. Balls’ll be flying out. Big crowds or not, I should be able to cash in. For now, however, I’ll be cashing in on hummus and pita.

(THE NON-BASEBALL TRAVEL UPDATE, DAY 4: Yesterday was our last full day in Paris. We ate crêpes. We saw the Louvre. We walked down l’avenue des Champs Élysée and bought crappy souvenirs and poked our heads into other stores. Martha (my half-sister) got yelled at in French for touching a piece of cheese, and when the cheeseman realized she didn’t understand a word of it, he yelled at her in English. (The cheese was wrapped in cellophane, by the way.) I paid five euros for a tiny gadget that enabled me, once I stuck it in my mouth, to make bird noises and annoy everyone. We took pics of l’Arc de Triomphe. We visited my parents’ friends’ houseboat on the Seine River (where I lived for six weeks during my year off between high school and college). We visited my parents’ other friends’ art gallery. I ate more crêpes.)

4 Comments

I am very appreciate your dirary.you can write your feeling or what you have done everyday.It need very strong perseverance.

Thank you! It HAS taken quite a commitment to blog every day, especially while traveling to Europe and Asia. One of the things that keeps me going is knowing that people out there (like you) are reading it.

i never see any of your blogs about you at the trop? cant get there?

I’ve only been there once, and that was back in 2000 — five years before I started blogging. I’m going to try to visit the Trop next season, so stay tuned…

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