I have to get this down quickly, because I am really tired, but don’t want to wait until tomorrow. This story will be gone and replaced by another one and we can’t have that, now can we? Just as planned, Dimitri met me at the pharmacy adjacent to the Florence train...
I am sitting in my Lucca kitchen on my last morning here. Even here, I have created some small habits that anchor me just a bit in these unfamiliar waters I have been floating in for a while now. I get up and grab a couple of pillows to stand in for my Zen cushion. I...
The bells are ringing, but they seem to do that regularly here in Lucca and likely all over Italy. Normally, I think of hearing them to mark an occasion, but here a passing cloud or gust of unexpected wind is all the justification needed, clearly testimony to my...
I left my place here in Lucca about twenty-four hours ago and have just returned. Lenuta, along with her partner, Marco, own the little casita, where I have been living. While I was still corresponding with her from Kauai, I told her I enjoyed the natural scenery of a...
I had a strategy for the morning and was looking forward to writing about it. I planned on going for my maiden run in Italy. As you know, I had my tour yesterday and sorted out getting from my little sanctuary to the wall that surrounds the old city, not that the...
