July 16, 2005 —
Editor’s Note: A group of undergraduate engineering students are nearing the end of a Viterbi
School Study Abroad Program in Rome, Italy. For the past seven weeks, they have
been fulfilling course requirements while learning about Italian culture, art
and engineering. The overseas study program is offered each year to students
who want an overseas experience but don't want to add an extra semester to their
undergraduate program. The study course can be grueling, but it is well worth
the experience and opportunity for students to learn more about engineering in
another part of the world.
TWO MINUTES OF SILENCE
Over the past six weeks, our group has been able to travel all over Rome using
our monthly metro pass. With this handy little card we're able to go to class,
to the Colosseum, out to eat, even to the beach, which is a good hour-and-a-half
away. Usually the ride goes pretty smoothly--sometimes the subways are crowded,
sometimes the buses come late--but for the most part, we've been able to go all
around the city without trouble.
That all changed, though, after the London terrorist attacks. Suddenly the metro
systems were filled with police and security personnel. For a few days, I had
to show my metro pass every time I got onto a bus or train, sometimes even twice
at the same station.
The metro system wasn't the only thing affected. I noticed a lot more police
around the city in general. The US Embassy sent me an email, informing me about
the attacks. Naturally, the attacks were constantly in the news as well--we could
turn on CNN at any time to get the latest updates. And today, Europe had two minutes
of silence in memory of the victims.
A few days later, and we're still hearing a lot about the investigation and developments
going on in London. But there are fewer guards and police around, and the subways
are back to operating as usual. Things are getting back to normal now, in Rome,
Junior, Electrical Engineering
BARCELONA, A CITY UNLIKE ANY OTHER CITY
Our second free weekend, some of the girls and I had the
opportunity to visit
Barcelona for a couple of days. I can say with full confidence
that in all my
travels I have never experienced a city anything like Barcelona.
This city blends
a nonchalantness expressed in a night-life that never dies with a
art expressed in some of the most innovative modern architecture in the
world. We had the opportunity to visit Antoni Gaudi’s La Sagrada
Familia, a work of art
I will never forget.
Gaudi's La Sagrada Familia in Barcelona.
La Sagrada Familia is undoubtedly a work of art; however, to say that that implies
it is beautiful is up for debate. In fact, two weeks after seeing it, I am still
unsure how I feel about it. Innovative, unique, impressively detailed, yes, it
is all of these things. Heavy-handed, imposing, and in many ways indelicate,
it is most certainly these as well. I was intrigued by it. Whether I liked the
structure or not, I could feel that I was certainly in the presence of artistic
genius. To conceive of and conceptualize something so detailed and ornate is
impressive in itself. To then design something that detailed and ornate before
the days of computer aided drafting would have been an arduous and tedious task…
I had seen pictures of Gaudi’s work before I came to Europe this
nothing compares to the impact of experiencing art or architecture
first-hand. Walking through La Sagrada Familia and climbing one
of the towers to look over
Barcelona and Spain is an experience I will remember for the rest of my
life. I walked through, interacted with, experienced first-hand a
masterpiece by one
of the most famous modern architects in the world. As a building
walking through La Sagrada Familia energized me and inspired me.
I am blown away
by the opportunities this summer has afforded me, La Sagrada Familia
included, and am looking forward to integrating my experiences and my
insight into my work at USC.
Civil Engineering, Building Science
TAKING BACK A SLICE OF ROME
Our last days in Roma… seven weeks have gone by in no time at
all. Pizzas, pastas,
countless gelatos, and about 4 kilograms of parmigiano reggiano later,
to head back home. Culture shock seems to be a big issue when
people travel across
the globe to new and unique locations, but I don’t think this has to be
the case. Sure, things are different in different parts of the
world, but we have to take
them for what they are. We have to experience them and get out of
we can. There’s always something positive to gain from a trip
like ours to Rome. For each individual, it’s something
different. For me personally, I just want
to take back a little bit of Italy.
I may not be able to have a four-hour dinner with the waiter reluctant
out the check in America, but I can certainly learn to enjoy my time
with friends more. As the Italians like to say, “Piano, piano” or
“slowly, slowly.” This is not to say I want it to take four weeks
to repave a single block like
it has here right outside our class building. I just think I can
a little more leisurely and thoroughly enjoy everything life has to
all about being able to extract things from other cultures that appeal
and apply these experiences and concepts to your daily life back home
way possible. “Piano, piano… piano, piano…”
Rome by day is a bustling metropolis full of mopeds zipping in
while eager tourists and working class Romans intermingle on the
jam-packed sidewalks. When the sun goes down on the city, Rome
takes on a new appearance and literally
becomes a different place. The beauty of Rome at night is
unsurpassed by any
city I have ever seen. The white lights reflect off the stone
walls and buildings
and the city literally glows in a golden elegance. From the banks
of the Tiber
River to the walls of the Vatican, the city becomes a different place.
Rome at night is alive. The hustle and bustle of the work day and guided tours
evaporates, and the city is alive with people walking around with no real agenda
or place to go, rather just absorbing the city at night. Piazza Navona is one
of the best places to go at night. The piazza is a huge expanse that is shaped
in a huge ellipse, for it was built on the ruins of Emperor Dometian’s stadium
from 86 AD. The piazza hosted chariot races, gladiatorial blood sports, and even
mock naval battles where the whole area was flooded. These have been replaced
by a bustling mix of tourists, young Romans, musicians, and street vendors.
The area is surrounded by gelato stands and small restaurants where you can grab
a table and people-watch for hours on end. In the middle of the square stands
the Fontana dei Quattro Fiumi, one of most beautiful fountains in Rome. It was
built by Bernini in 1651 and stands at an impressive height dominated by a huge
Egyptian Obelisk. The fountain glows from submerged lights and is an impressive
Just a block from Piazza Navona, the Pantheon is equally impressive. The pantheon
dates back to 120 AD when it was built as a temple to the Roman gods. Now it
is a Catholic church, which even houses the remains of the famous Renaissance
painter, Raphael. By day you can venture into the building and view the massive
dome accentuated by a small oculus, or opening in the ceiling. At night, the
building serves as a massive backdrop to a bustling piazza much as the same as
These are just a few of the areas to see at night in Rome.
When the engineering work is done for the day there is nothing like venturing
out to truly explore the history and sites of the city hands on. Studying here
I try to take advantage of all the city has to offer by venturing to different
areas at night every chance I get. The architecture seems to be designed for
night, and the city is truly alive with unmatched beauty.
(Editor's Note: We were unable to determine the author of this postcard. If
you know, please let us in on it!)
CUGGIONO: WHERE MY GREAT GRANDFATHER WAS BORN
Studying in Italy this summer has presented me with many opportunities and unique
experiences. One of the most memorable of these is a chance to go back to the
town where my great grandfather was born, and eventually left to start a life
in America. The town, Cuggiono, is located about 30 kilometers outside of Milan.
The experience has also allowed me a chance to look into my past and explore my
Knowing and exploring my past is very important to me. Most Americans, in particular,
those originating from Europe have a diverse ethnic background. Personally, I
can trace my heritage back to Italian, Dutch, English, and Swiss. I kind of see
myself as one of the last generations to be able to do this, for my kids will
probably lose a lot of this identity due to more dilution of their origins. Therefore,
it is something in my life that I do not want to fade away, both for me and for
my subsequent generations. For these reasons, I decided that I needed to go.
The trip to my home town was a little adventure, accelerated by the fact that
I went alone. Getting from Milan to Cuggiono was not an easy task. The bus system
that runs out to the towns on the outskirts is seldom, if ever, used by tourists;
so the system was not the easiest to understand. At the bus stop everyone except
me seemed like they know what they are doing. And the fact that I know and understand
roughly 10 Italian words did not help. After waiting at the wrong bus stop for
an hour I found myself sprinting across the station to hop on the bus as it pulled
The drive out to the countryside was very beautiful. The metropolis of Milan
seemed to suddenly fade away into beautiful stretches of farmland and small quant
villages. The first I saw of Cuggiono was a bell tower peaking over the horizon
as the bus got close to the town. Entering the town I was surprised by its simplistic
beauty. The town is not to small with about 3,000 residents, yet the contained
none of the bustling and unfriendly qualities that major cities exude. The town
is centralized around a large piazza with the main church and small shops ringing
it. When I got off the bus it was a neat feeling for I was the first Berra in
my immediate family to step foot in the town in nearly 125 years. Immediately,
I felt I was at home.
A main piazza by the church was named Berra Piazza and also a main street was
named Via St. Louis. This is due to the large number of immigrants who moved
to St. Louis from Cuggiono, one being my grandfather Joseph Berra.
The first place I went to was the
cemetery. There I saw many graves of Berras
from the town. Some had pictures on the graves, and I felt like I
into my past. I spent the whole day in the city, just wandering
the streets and
exploring the town. Maybe I just look into things too much, but
even the simple
things affected me. One of those things was going to the ATM to
draw out money. My grandfather left his home and all he knew so
that he could find a better life
in America. Now I saw myself drawing out 200 euros from the bank
or no thought. It got me thinking and made me really grateful for
all of the
sacrifices and hard work of the people who have come before me, and I
I really owe them.
Traveling to Cuggiono was the most memorable experience I have had
on this trip. It was so personal and that made all of the
difference. As I watched the bell
tower fade in the distance as I drove back to Milan, I didn’t know if I
ever have the chance to go back, but I know that the experience is
I will remember for the rest of my life.
STAIRCASE TO HEAVEN
Every day, huge crowds of tourists and worshippers pack into St.
Peter’s Basilica. However, a small minority of them are brave
enough to climb the over 500 stairs
to the top of the dome. And even fewer are brave enough to wait
up to two and
a half hours in a queue to do so!
The top of St. Peter's Basilica.
I was able to perfectly time my visit in the early morning hours,
as Rome was
still awakening. The climb to the top is broken up into two
stages. In the first
stage, you enter a wide spiral staircase that corkscrews its way up the
of the basilica’s south wall. You emerge on the roof where you
can walk around. You can enjoy an espresso at the café before you
face the more daunting trek to
the top of the dome.
The sterile environment and complicated design of the roof are a stark contrast
to the ornate decoration and architectural harmony that most people identify with
St. Peter’s. One begins to get a sense of the tremendous accomplishment of the
one hundred year building project it took to finish the basilica. Millions of
bricks form the complicated slopes of the minor domes that line the aisles of
the basilica. There are complex structures built to direct light into the basilica
as well. While the roof of St. Peter’s is certainly interesting, it is the massive
dome that impresses a young engineer the most.
The dome is built with an inner and outer shell. The access to the top is along
a sloping ramp which later yields to a steep narrow staircase. The ramp lies
between the two shells of the dome. As you climb to the top, you find yourself
slowly leaning more and more as the curve of the dome increases. The space between
the two shells is purely functional, to the extent that it almost seems unfinished.
The roof of St. Peter's Basilica is just one stop on the way to the top of the
offers an opportunity to appreciate the achievement of the designers
of the project. As you approach the top, the walkway reduces to a
tiny passage. As you methodically continue up, up, up you are
suddenly greeted by the most dramatic
view of Rome. The observation area at the top of the dome offers
view of the ancient city. You can see everything from the
monuments of Ancient
Rome, to the modern Olympic Stadium, and to the Mediterranean Sea on
horizon. I was most interested by the view of Vatican City.
It is the only chance
you have of fully appreciating the smallest sovereign nation in the
also realizing that it is perhaps the most beautiful one. Large
gardens and unbelievable
art and architecture fill Vatican City, yet most are closed to the
When in Rome, climbing St. Peter’s dome is a must. But remember: get there early
and bring your walking shoes.
SHAKESPEARE IN THE ROMAN RUINS
Last night we attended a performance of a lifetime, Romeo and Juliet at the Terme
di Caracalla. A beautiful setting, amongst Roman ruins. I have never seen a ballet
in an outside setting but to have the backdrop of the ancient Baths of Caracalla
The ballet was a fusion of modern dance and classical ballet. I was thoroughly
impressed by the dancers' ability, yet one thing caught my eye as the scenes progressed....they
seemed to be slipping. After a short intermission it was apparent that there were
problems with the stage. It was wet. The moisture of the outside air was proving
to be greater than the pirouettes of the dancers. After an announcement by the
choreographer and the theatre's artistic director, they decided they could proceed
with the show...carefully.
The next act proved that these dancers were not going to be able to overcome
Mother Nature. The dancers' disappointment marked the rest of the act and although
it was very graceful, it was also apparent they were unable to perform to the
best of their ability. Regrettably we were unable to see the conclusion of one
of Shakespeare's most well-known plays.
Although disappointed by the abrupt ending I really enjoyed the ancient Roman
setting and the gracefulness of the dancers. An incredible fusion of art and history.
Civil Engineering Senior
THE CALIFORNIA CRUISER GOES GLOBAL
BARCELONA, SPAIN—Aaaaahhhhh, sunny Southern California. There’s nothing like
taking a Cali-Cruiser for a ride down the main drag and taking in the city sights
when the weather is a hot 35°C and 85% humidity. Wait…….scratch that……..let me
Rome’s architectural influence was seen all over the city and in neighboring
countries. For instance, the ornate detail of Rome's very own Arco di Constantino
is seen in Barcelona's Arc de Triomf, students noted.
Aaaaahhhhh, sunny Northeastern Spain. There’s nothing like taking a Cali-Cruiser
for a ride down the main drag and taking in the city sights when the weather is
a hot 35°C and 85% humidity. For the nine of us who traveled to Barcelona during
our first free weekend, that’s exactly what we did.
Arriving on a packed flight late on Thursday night, we made our way to Barcelona
only to find the city alive with fireworks from every street corner and down every
alley at 1 in the morning. The city’s biggest holiday had just started, and we
were there to witness it first hand. We woke up Friday to hop on a bike tour
of the city, complete with, you guessed it, California Beach Cruisers. Each of
us hopped on the familiar two-wheeled vehicle as if pilots strapping in for a
routine flight. What a novel thing to find 6000 miles from home.
Downshift, brake, peddle, upshift, swerve, brake, downshift.
Our trusty steeds
bred in the dry air of Southern California led our tour to all the
in Barcelona. La Sagrada Familia, the steps where Christopher
that he had found the New World, a few other famous churches, parks,
the Arc de Triomf, and some underground Roman ruins were all stops
biker gang’s trail. What an opportunity it was to experience yet
engineering feats first hand. But like the cruiser, it was all
too familiar. Even out of the country, Rome’s worldwide influence
could be seen on every stop
in this tour of the Spanish city.
BIKERS—Kurt Nakamura, Lee Berra, Ben Ferrara, Karen Eitan, Jeff Kaiser, Calvin
D’Silva, and Kellen Sick show off their pretty cool, rented cruiser bikes on a
After hopping out of the cockpit of my cruiser, I began to think about the importance
of Rome’s influence on the world and what it meant to me as an engineer. What
I came up with is the age-old adage “sharing is caring,” and changed it to fit
the situation, “sharing is sparing.” Information should be shared because it
spares other cultures and civilizations the problems, dangers, and disadvantages
that exist without that information. Whether Rome forced its engineering influence
on Spain by conquering it in its quest for an empire, or whether information is
shared in seconds via the internet today, information should be passed back and
forth between societies. Who knows, their different perspective may make your
technology even better.
Senior, Aerospace Engineering
CONCERTS DONE RIGHT
It’s a typical Tuesday night in Rome. I’m at a concert. I take a moment to
reflect on my surroundings and what I find is surprising. While I will admit
that I have not been to many American concerts, this one seems extraordinarily
First off, it's free.
The next thing I notice is that it’s extraordinarily safe. Ambulances are stationed
surrounding the piazza—Italian for square—in various strategic locations. It
is extraordinarily hot tonight, but I have in my hand some water which someone
from the event staff has been kind enough to hand out. A smart move considering
in the long run it’s probably much more cost-effective to just hand out water
than to have people be hauled away in ambulances. The old architecture is being
reutilized to the enhancement of modern needs. The people are located mostly
around the stage at the top of the piazza. And we—albeit perhaps on the less
safe side—have positioned ourselves on top of a wall which surrounds the piazza
and have a good view of the stage.
The music is a sort of Italian jazz. People of all ages—ourselves included—are
clapping their hands to the beat and generally having a good time. So, we’ve got
free, safe and new—what more could one ask for from a concert?
Noon in Rome during the summer is hot. After walking for an hour in the noon
time sun you feel as if someone has crammed you into a vat of crazy glue and let
you dry in an oven. Because of this fact, Romans, my peers, and I try to stay
out of the sun as much as possible. There is even siesta time in the hottest
part of the day, which I am convinced is due to the Italian’s desire to escape
the extreme heat.
On this particular Saturday morning, the sun’s heat was fierce and the humidity
was in full force. All I wanted to do was stay inside, especially once we waited
in the miserably hot line to get into St. Peter’s Basilica. However, due to poor
prior planning, I had said I would meet another friend at the Egyptian obelisk
at the center of St. Peter’s Square about 30 minutes after we finally arrived
in the Basilica. All of us were going to climb St. Peter’s dome. Thus, my predicament
– how would I tell my friend that I was already inside the basilica and for him
to meet me inside — without actually leaving the basilica? I figured the only
chance I had was to go to the exit without actually exiting the basilica and try
to get my friend’s attention.
So this is what I tried to do. I yelled and I waved. To my dismay, he was unable
to see or hear my signals due to the incredible number of tourists that were in
the square…darn tourists. After deep contemplation, I decided it was time for
me to bite the bullet and leave the friendly confines of the basilica in order
to meet my friend…the things I do for my friends.
Sort of annoyed at my friend for not picking me out of the crowd, I
to start the conversation – which he did with the word, “Look!”
To my surprise,
people were clearing the way for a large path in the middle of St.
Peter’s Square. The Swiss Vatican Guards were out in full force
and stood at attention in the
clearing created by the moving people. Now I had been to St.
Peter’s Square often
during my time in Rome, but I had never seen anything like this
my friend and I headed over to see what was going on.
We were not disappointed. Shortly after we joined the mass of
people, we saw
a caravan of cars come through the opening gates of Vatican City.
the newly elected pope, was in the middle car of this caravan and
waving to the
crowd as he passed by. Previously, this same friend and I went to
Square to hear the pope’s blessing on Sunday. We had seen him,
but I could have
put my thumb up and covered up both him and the window he was speaking
out of. Right now, we were seeing the pope from like 10 feet
away…I decided it was OK
that I had left the basilica.
Senior, Civil Engineering Building Science
BARCELONA: THE INFLUENCE OF GAUDI
This past weekend was our first free weekend and I decided to venture off to
Barcelona, Spain. Our first sight seeing excursion consisted of a bike tour around
the city. After being introduced to many of the sites in Barcelona while on the
tour, the influence of Antoni Gaudi, architect and designer, was apparent all
around the city. His work makes up some of the city’s most notable landmarks
and it is clear where others have tried to emulate his unique style. His use
of colorful mosaics adds a positive touch to his architecture and his use of nature
is always evident.
San Marco Basilico.
The Temple de la Sagrada Familia is probably the most famous and expensive landmark
in all of Barcelona. The construction of this church began in 1882 and Gaudi
worked on the project for over forty years. However, the church is still not
even close to completion. Gaudi’s contribution to the project is both the most
detailed and the most astounding.
The front of the church depicts a large tree with birds and other animals. The
inside of the church consists of many columns unfolding into a sort of canopy
of trees. Gaudi is able to lessen the impact of a large building by integrating
elements of nature into the architecture. The building itself is constructed
out of various types of natural stone keeping with the natural theme. The recent
additions to the church have attempted to realize Gaudi’s original vision and
the most striking evidence of his natural inspirations are the newly built towers
topped with bushels of grapes. Climbing through this massive building was definitely
an interesting experience as Gaudi’s work is strikingly different from other more
Another of Gaudi’s contributions to the city of Barcelona is Park Guell. This
massive park is intended to be a “garden city” and even accommodates Gaudi’s previous
place of residence, which is now a museum. The entrance to the park has two cottage
style buildings covered with mosaics and fountains in the center. The most notable
characteristic of the entrance is the famous mosaic lizard which brings color
and uniqueness to the park. Above the entrance is a vantage point with an extremely
large open spaced enclosed by mosaic walls. From here you could look out over
all of Barcelona. Sporadically throughout the park, archways, walls, and overhangs
line the trails, each serving a special purpose. While a park in itself can be
considered the optimal nature setting in a large city, Gaudi was able to take
buildings and structures and integrate them into the natural setting rather than
making them seem out of place.
While architecture and civil engineering designs change the landscape of our
cities, it is important to respect nature. Buildings and other structures can
be very disruptive to our environment. We bulldoze greenery to make open space,
cut down trees and force animals out of the areas which we occupy. However, through
Gaudi’s work we can see how important nature really is and how it can be integrated
into our future work.
Senior, Civil Engineering
THE SKINNY ON ITALIAN SUNBATHING
Ciao from Roma!
Everybody knows that Rome is famed for ancient engineering awes such as the Colosseum,
the Pantheon, the Forum, and so much more. While these structures are more than
impressive to anybody and especially to a civil engineer like me, I find myself
just as intrigued with the social and cultural aspects of Italian life.
Insidethe Palazzo Ducale.
This last Saturday, some classmates and I embarked on a journey to
is a beach about an hour and fifteen minutes away from Rome by public
transportation. Successfully arriving in Ostia has with it a
certain feeling of accomplishment
itself. Getting there involves two metros, a train, and a
bus. When you finally
get the public transportation down is when you know you’re finally
settling in. We all felt that much more Italian.
We got off the last bus and made our way down to the sandy and
beach. There was so much to look at. The most astounding
social difference between
a beach in Los Angeles and a beach near Rome is the gender roles and
interaction. Men walk around in a state that most Americans would
consider almost naked. Those
who are not wearing Speedos are often donning very small shorts.
To say the least,
the attire would be considered far from masculine in Santa
Monica. As far as
male interaction is concerned, we saw men applying sunscreen to their
backs, men lying quite close to one another while sunbathing, and an
with each other such as girls have with each other in America.
Needless to say,
this is not your average male behavior in Los Angeles.
Girls conduct themselves more “freely” if I may say, but what is
the way that the men respond to these women. When we set up camp
under our umbrella,
we noticed a few women who chose to tan topless. This is to be
expected on a
beach in Europe, but what we found surprising was that nobody paid them
any attention. To tan topless was nothing more than a
preference. Other women chose to wear
bikinis that were less than conservative from an American point of
again, no special attention. Bathing suit attire (or lack
thereof) seemed to
have almost nothing to do with being provocative. It was simply a
“Do I want tan lines or not?”
Italians seem to view conservative dress and nudity in an entirely different
way than we do in America. While interesting, I’m not sure it is a cultural standard
I plan on bringing back to the US with me. Nonetheless, it is these excursions
from which I feel I have gained the most. It is the days that I sit and watch
and interact with Italian people that I absorb so much more culture than a guided
tour through a visitor-ridden site. It is days like our day in Ostia that I feel
Last night we climbed to the top of the world and took pictures.
We paused on the 138th Spanish Step, caught our breath, and took a long
sip of Rome at 19:39. On the horizon, the sun yawned and
stretched its arms,
then tiptoed demurely behind the dome of St. Peter’s Basilica for the
evening. The sky glowed pink and orange and every color but blue,
and famous monuments
and infamous monuments and monuments I didn’t know the names of but
visit burned charcoal silhouettes into the skyline. A thousand
meters below our
feet, trinket vendors pulled wooden shutters over their riches and
picked their noses and pushed their sisters. Travelers lined the
wall to our
left and right and tried to appreciate the splendor before them.
View from the top of the Spanish steps.
We tried, too. We took pictures. I took pictures. But not with my camera;
with my mind and my heart.
Rome has a beauty that defies technology. The idea that
anything laughs in the
face of technology is an idea few engineers (or engineering students)
consider. We devote our lives to studying how life works.
We know why apples
fall. We know why heat rises. We know why the sky’s blue,
and why it rains. We don’t know why a camera somehow fails to
truly capture the glint of the sunset
off the dome of an ancient basilica, or the footsteps of a hundred
tourists on the floor of the Sistine Chapel. Sure, we can take a
shoot a movie, but these devices don’t capture the moment. They
interpret it. They rob it of space and dimension and feeling, and
hastily summarize the biggest
and brightest features. (Take a look at the pictures accompanying
beautiful, yes, but do you really feel like you’re there?)
This shortcoming of the camera used to frustrate me. I’d look at
myself or of a place and think, “Oh. Is that what it looked
like?” or “Why didn’t
someone tell me my hair was sticking out?” I’d want to go back to
and do it again, changing the frame or the lighting or my hair.
Rome has helped
me to leave that desire behind. Now I slow down and let myself
be; I don’t whip
out my camera. When we scurry through the city’s winding, vibrant
9:00 every morning on our way to class, I make a point to lose myself
in the bustle. When we meander through the roofless ruins of
Pompeii or the stone streets of
Viterbo, I walk a little slower and look around a lot more. It’s
a fine art,
this form of mental picture-taking, but I’m learning how to do
it. Just acknowledge
the passage of time and recognize where you are and then let go.
Just let yourself
be. Here. And now.
Last night we climbed to the top of the world and took pictures. We left our
cameras at home.
Junior, Civil Engineering