When I tell people about walking around with God, I never offer a further explanation nor doesn’t anyone ask me for one. They know what I means; they know that I know what I mean.
As far as living in Florence, let me simply explain. I rent an apartment a few blocks from the Piazza della Signoria and the Duomo. I write in the cafes in the morning, shop at the local markets for cheese, lettuce, and prosciutto for my lunches, visit museums and churches in the afternoon, and go out to dinner before an evening walk. I seek out no conversations; I live these two weeks in solitude.