A min until I lecture at packed NYC symposium abt my new techniques for conducting field work at precarious sites...yet Dr. Elsa Schneider, or as I called her, my lovely rose, refuses leave my mind.

My expertise, archeology requires time, but how I wish I could turn time back.

"Let my armies be the rocks, and the trees, and the birds in the sky." Dad was wrong about the quote, but as I used the rocks I found to pelt every bird in the park, I couldn't help but think of my old man. I miss you, sir.

Currently in NYC for a symposium being put up a hotel next to Central Park. After being woken up before dawn by intolerable chirping, I quit trying to sleep and took a walk. I found some rocks to throw at any birds I could find and as the sun rose, I thought of Dad's Charlemagne "quote."

This is me in #venice meeting Elsa the very first time. I already knew what I wanted to do, but little did I know this sexy Austrian turncoat planned on turning ME out.

Behind us is #MarcusBrody. I love the pervert. He's a dotard, but harmless, so I let him watch my extracurricular work.

(After this, I am definitely going to sleep)

This is the moment she betrayed me. If I'm being honest: I'd go through it all again to sleep with her once more like that day in #venice.

I hate to kiss and tell, but she sucked my lip, kissed my ears, my neck, then made me collapse on the bed...

Before I finally sleep, I want to share with everyone my last memory of Elsa.

Look at her eyes and her hands grasping the grail. She destroyed our future.

Last words to Elsa: "The knight warned us not to take the grail from here!"

Auf wiedersehen to the hottest Austrian turncoat in history.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't think about her and what we could have done in bed together. Feels like just yesterday Elsa betrayed me.

Her sucking on my ear + Venice...let's just say I'm no Marcus Brody. By the way, if you get a chance, visit his museum.

#MarshallCollege #Archeology #Travel