3 Italian Tattoos
Here was the deal. In Summer 2008, I took my 18-year-old son, Lucas, to Italy along with his 18-year-old cousin, Neil, to mark their graduation from high school. The destination was Verona, where we went to hear Santana perform in the remarkable Arena di Verona Roman coliseum, along with ten more days spread out among Milan, Venice and Rome. This being their first trip abroad and in honor of their passage into international manhood, I tell them I’ll spring for tattoos for all us on our last full day in Rome. Or we could go see the Sistine Chapel, since we hadn’t yet gotten to it. Guess which they chose.
PS ~ For a full-screen, higher-res (and preferred) version of this and other SoundSlides from that trip, see this.
PSS ~ I would also recommend knowing a bit more Italian than I did before negotiating tattoo prices in Rome. I still haven’t told my wife how much these cost. Even I don’t want to know. But that Fabio (or Claudio) ~ still a great guy.
Neil shows off the goods at a jazz club near the Roman Coliseum. | Summer 2008
I love this. It makes me want to be young. Or, in Rome. Or- better- young and in Rome.
Both of those are good. But I can tell you, it’s also good, very good, to be middle-aged in Rome, too.
Italy tattoos are so nice!