Last year on St. Patrick’s Day I was walking upon Palantine Hill in Rome. We met these anonymous Americans as we were trekking toward a church past the 12 stations of the cross.
Of course, we took their photo so they had a remembrance of the day as well. I couldn’t help thinking that they obvious had much larger suitcases than we did if they were willing to put so much precious real estate into a hat that was only going to be worn one day! We follow the Rick Steves principle that each item must provide be used at least 3 times or it doesn’t come. (You will be relieved to know that we also have a Rick Steves laundry line and carry soap wafers to do laundry two or three times as well!)
I was surprised in Rome at the Tivoli Fountain to be surrounded by a dozen or more enthusiastic and slightly inebriated youth wearing green t-shirts that announced they were participating in a St. Patrick’s Day Pub Crawl. Occasionally the group would stagger by us as we were wandering the streets and more than once we came across a confused looking singleton and pointed him off in the direction of the last migration. None of the participants appeared to be Roman, but there were a lot of Brits and Irish in the crowd.
I’m afraid for me St. Patrick’s is more about wearing some green and whispering some blarney, not about beer. Let’s just work together to keep those snakes out of Ireland, shall we?
Shawn L. Bird 
Saints and sinners March 17, 2011
Tags: postaday2011
Of course, we took their photo so they had a remembrance of the day as well. I couldn’t help thinking that they obvious had much larger suitcases than we did if they were willing to put so much precious real estate into a hat that was only going to be worn one day! We follow the Rick Steves principle that each item must provide be used at least 3 times or it doesn’t come. (You will be relieved to know that we also have a Rick Steves laundry line and carry soap wafers to do laundry two or three times as well!)
I was surprised in Rome at the Tivoli Fountain to be surrounded by a dozen or more enthusiastic and slightly inebriated youth wearing green t-shirts that announced they were participating in a St. Patrick’s Day Pub Crawl. Occasionally the group would stagger by us as we were wandering the streets and more than once we came across a confused looking singleton and pointed him off in the direction of the last migration. None of the participants appeared to be Roman, but there were a lot of Brits and Irish in the crowd.
I’m afraid for me St. Patrick’s is more about wearing some green and whispering some blarney, not about beer. Let’s just work together to keep those snakes out of Ireland, shall we?
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