Random Armitage vacation thoughts …
Not that I believe for a moment that Richard Armitage is actually taking a break at the moment.
Nor that I am, either. In fact, with Yom Kippur and Rosh Hashanah behind me, this is the point at which my work speeds up in the gathering but inevitable rush toward end of term. Although today is an important anniversary in my life.
However, a rainy morning during the leadup to mid-semester and a glance at an Armitage picture just make me wonder — just in order to sort of cheer up my thoughts.
Is there anywhere in the world to go skiing in the first week of October?
Actually, I don’t want to go skiing (sorry, Mr. Armitage — I have nothing against Chamonix or Klosters, though as ex-SO would say of me, “Servetus ist eher fürs après-Ski” — but I’m sure I’m not on your list of vacation companions anyway), but if I could go on vacation and could take Richard Armitage with me, here are two options of places I’d go with Richard Armitage if I could go on vacation today.
1. Berlin — a place I’ve been many times and always enjoyed. On the agenda for the first day — sleeping in in the morning, a long visit to my favorite museum there, the Pergamon, in the forenoon and into the afternoon; coffee and cake in the afternoon (I like traditional places like Buchwald in Tiergarten); an early dinner at my favorite Berlin restaurant, Ottenthal — and, if Mr. Armitage is up to it, a visit to one of the three great theaters, followed by dancing at night in the Kreuzberg clubs. If he’s up for a city vacation, this is where I’d go — I love how the light falls across the red brick of Berlin this time of year, and the leaves falling …
2. Banff — a place I’ve always wanted to visit, but never have gotten around to. I’d be up for some gentle hiking, looking at the sky, driving around, and such. Relaxing more than anything.
3. Eisenach — this is a nice combination of the countryside and a small town. I’ve been here many times, as well. We’d stay in the Hotel auf der Wartburg, visit the fortress, wander around the paths on the mountain and listen to the birds. We’d eat in the excellent restaurant there, but take the car down the hill to check out concerts in the evening. Perhaps there’d be a cello recital to attend.
Hmm, I guess this one of those “Fernweh” posts. I’ve been in the same places for too long, I suspect, and am not likely to go anywhere new for quite awhile.
Where are you itching to go at the moment that you would take him along?