LIVERPOOL–“And in the end…”–no more Beatles, but other things to do

Sunday was rough for me. I spent so much time and energy on Friday and Saturday charging around Liverpool and so much energy swooning over everything Fab Four-related that I woke up very late.

The lady hosting me via Airbnb, Carol, was so sweet. She asked if I wanted to go out for a coffee and, of course, I said “yes”. I thought we would walk or take a short drive to a little local pub. Nope, she took me to a hotel where a wedding reception happened to be occurring.

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A Day in the Life…of a Beatles fanatic

OK, so I’ve come down off the high from Yesterday.

This morning I “woke up, fell out of bed, dragged a comb across my head”. I left for the train station and got a Ticket to Ride into Liverpool to do some serious Beatle touring.

I’m sorry, I just can’t help with the cheesy song inserts. I’ll stop now.

Baby You’re a Rich Man–Beatles walking tour in LIVERPOOL!

Baby, You’re a Rich Man. Yes, I am a wealthy man right now. I am in Liverpool, birthplace of the Beatles.

After my flight arrived in Manchester, I took the bus to Liverpool, arriving around noon. The weather was sunny and warm with a few clouds and I was relieved. I had been watching the recent weather in Liverpool and it had seemed to rain every day. Actually, I wasn’t upset over that fact. I was looking forward to a break from four months of heat and humidity in Italy, Morocco, the Middle East and the Balkans.

Lugano, Zurich, Munich and on to Liverpool

After the whirlwind tour of Rome, Ascoli Piceno and Tuscany with my friends from Oregon, I took the train to Turin to see the opening match of the season for Juventus, the Italian soccer league. My cousin, Sergio, is the HR Director and he had asked if I had been interested in attending. Of course, I said yes.

Musings in Lugano, Switzerland

Even though I’ve just arrived in Switzerland, I feel compelled to backtrack a bit.

Before arriving in Lugano, Switzerland, I spent a couple of days with my beloved cousin, Sergio, in Turin. He was very excited to hear about my travels. I hadn’t seen him since around January so it was great to get together.

Tuscany, for now…

I’ve been traveling for the past two weeks. A fourth set of friends arrived from Oregon and I played tour guide, showing them around Rome, Ascoli Piceno and Florence.

In Rome we stayed at a little hotel near St. Paul’s Basilica. It was a bit out of the way, but with the ubiquity of Rome’s metro system, we had access to everything.

Do you ever wonder?

Do you ever wonder where you would be right now if you had made different choices?

“Where would I be if I married that other person?”

“Where would I be if I had made a different career move?”

“Where would I be if I had/hadn’t gone to college?”

Or, in my case, “Where would I be if I hadn’t made the decision to seek my biological family?”

I said that I was “done” with the adoption thing. I also said obliquely that I would be weaning myself away from the whole issue by ruminating.

Well, I’m ruminating.

The morning after

OK, so this is not the actual “morning after” my announcement about being “done”. Close enough.

I’ve found myself, ironically, wanting to write more about this whole issue. Isn’t that nuts–stating that I’m done with this adoption obsession and wanting to continue talking about it?

I’m done

After traveling for four weeks with an old friend from back home, I am now in my little apartment along the Adriatic Coast. My companion has returned to Oregon. I have a little less than a week before more friends arrive from home so I can show them the glories of Italy

With this time to myself, I’ve found my mind wandering. Wandering and pondering.