As I write, my daughter is flying into Rome and will begin making her way to Florence. She has just lost six hours of sleep, but no time for sleep once she steps into this magical city! I expect that her first magical moment will be when we turn the corner into Piazza Santa Maria Novella on our way to the apartment.
As soon as I post this, my challenge will be to maneuver my way to the train station to meet her. I know the way but I don’t know precisely when the officials will open the barricades to let the pedestrians cross the cyclist route. As it stands right now, my apartment is literally on the wrong side of the road.
My days of solitude in Florence are over. I am ‘very grateful’ for every museum, meal, church, walk and everything in between that I have experienced. And now, I am grateful for the upcoming days with Emily. It doesn’t seem that long ago that I was here in Florence with my mom, and for that I am also grateful. She was the one who taught our family to start with gratitude.
As soon as I post this, my challenge will be to maneuver my way to the train station to meet her. I know the way but I don’t know precisely when the officials will open the barricades to let the pedestrians cross the cyclist route. As it stands right now, my apartment is literally on the wrong side of the road.
My days of solitude in Florence are over. I am ‘very grateful’ for every museum, meal, church, walk and everything in between that I have experienced. And now, I am grateful for the upcoming days with Emily. It doesn’t seem that long ago that I was here in Florence with my mom, and for that I am also grateful. She was the one who taught our family to start with gratitude.