Practicing living here, if only for a short time, includes routines that I have at home. Let’s start with sleeping. Last night’s twelve hours caught me up on my jetlag; I slept until 8:30 but beginning tonight I am back to going to bed and getting up early. Then there is the prayer and meditation in my favorite churches. I walk more in Florence than another time or place in my entire life-to my favorite museums, churches, gardens and restaurants, and just to wander about, observing and being in the moment. As far as reading, writing and some eating go, this apartment is comfy just like home, and with the added touch of a violin serenade by a street musician four floors below.
I just finished my lunch. I am going to post this NOW and then go off for my afternoon walk, probably to the Boboli Gardens. It is warm and sunny so I’d better seize the day. I’ll post some photos later, and another day I’ll show you the apartment. Being me NOW means that I don’t stay sedentary for very long. Ciao.