I have always had a problem; I'm sure things like this don't just show up out of nowhere. You don't just turn 23 and all-of-a-sudden you have urges this strong. Sure, I may be wrong, I never studied science at Carleton and based on my history with relationships I can't have much knowledge of psychology, but I think I have had this problem forever.
Let me give you some backstory... when I was 5 I stole something from a store that I have never told anyone about and didn't sleep for the months that followed. I was devastated and thought the worst would happen to me. I couldn't look at the trash can where I threw the product away, so I moved it to the kitchen trash and couldn't go in the kitchen. Eventually I moved on, but realized kleptomaniacy was probably not in my cards.
Fast-forward to the end of 2011, Venice, Italy, accompanied by my Italian sister and real sister in the rooms of the former politicians of Venezia. We come upon a room whose centerpiece is meant to be the great work of art on the wall. I don't think I noticed it. Instead I was drawn to a dark, wooden bench along one side, a bench obviously far too heavy to get out of the building with ample machinery... but I was determined...
Me: Genny, you think we could get this outta here?
Genny: ....
Me: Would you help me?
Genny: Are you talking about that bench? I don't think you would get very far...
Me: Why? We could take these guards they put around here. Plus, they would never expect it or know to be watching for that.
Genny: Someone stealing a bench? I think they would see that.
Fast-forward to my solo-trip and my stop in Burgos two weeks ago. I stop in at the cathedral and find myself missing all things unique to the chapel because I am taking the following pictures:
Let me give you some backstory... when I was 5 I stole something from a store that I have never told anyone about and didn't sleep for the months that followed. I was devastated and thought the worst would happen to me. I couldn't look at the trash can where I threw the product away, so I moved it to the kitchen trash and couldn't go in the kitchen. Eventually I moved on, but realized kleptomaniacy was probably not in my cards.
Fast-forward to the end of 2011, Venice, Italy, accompanied by my Italian sister and real sister in the rooms of the former politicians of Venezia. We come upon a room whose centerpiece is meant to be the great work of art on the wall. I don't think I noticed it. Instead I was drawn to a dark, wooden bench along one side, a bench obviously far too heavy to get out of the building with ample machinery... but I was determined...
Me: Genny, you think we could get this outta here?
Genny: ....
Me: Would you help me?
Genny: Are you talking about that bench? I don't think you would get very far...
Me: Why? We could take these guards they put around here. Plus, they would never expect it or know to be watching for that.
Genny: Someone stealing a bench? I think they would see that.
Fast-forward to my solo-trip and my stop in Burgos two weeks ago. I stop in at the cathedral and find myself missing all things unique to the chapel because I am taking the following pictures:
How can you not fall in love with these things? I know it's a problem, but I figure someday I will marry well enough that we can afford antiques that have formerly been housed in famous palaces and cathedrals.
I don't remember the cathedral, so don't ask any questions, but I will post something about the general solo-trip soon, now that the photos are uploaded.
1 comment:
Love this, and no you can't bring it home. Your room is already full of boxes! xoxo
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