I have every intention of seeing some sites and visiting some museums, but it just so happens that when looking over the first few posts I’m going to write about tour, they’re all about food and alcohol. Anyone who has been following this blog for a while is completely unsurprised, I’m sure!
Tour, Day 1
I set off, loaded up and eager to hit the road (the car was loaded, not me). The drive was lovey, but I had no opportunities to pull over to the side of the interstate for photos. Precious (that’s my Volvo) and I had a good time together, with her beeping whenever I strayed over the road lines a little bit, finally culminating in a sweet little chime and notice on my dashboard: “Driver Alert: Time for a Break” with a picture of a steaming cup of coffee. I obeyed and picked up a latte (aside: I really am a good driver and I wasn’t even getting sleepy; it’s just that I’m still not used to the width of the Volvo so I tend to hug the line on the passenger side a little too much).
In due course, I arrived at the hotel and settled into our room, retiring quickly to the lobby when I realized Domingos needed some quiet time before the concert that night. I’m not terrific at quiet time unless I’m the one who needs it.
It was lovely to see my husband conduct something other than a holiday concert or a ceremony for the first time in quite a while, and the band and chorus are superb. It’s a real treat to be tagging along on tour and begin to get to know the musicians. It’s hard not to feel a little nostalgic for my own days as an Army musician.
Tour, Day 2
We were lucky enough to be at the same hotel for the first two nights of tour, a rarity. I found a great little breakfast place, Square Care, in the Regent Square neighborhood of Pittsburgh, a short 15-minute drive from Monroeville, so after working out in the room (T25 is absolutely perfect for hotel room workouts), we made our way there and had a fabulous meal.
We’re still figuring out the food thing on tour, as most of the time you’re either stuck eating a really early dinner or a really late one. So far, we’re mostly trying to have a later breakfast and a later lunch, making do with (healthy-ish) snacks after the concerts. So on the afternoon of day 2, we went to a hole-in-the-wall South Indian restaurant just a couple of miles from our hotel called Udipi Cafe.
I was extremely happy to have a dosa; I can’t even remember the last time I had one!