It's been a minute since I've had the chance to get on this thing and fill in the holes....
I've been experiencing the beauty of Italy in such a way that I have never experienced any sort of joy in daily living before. It is indeed actually possible, to be overwhelmed with tears at the first sight of an old church bell, a coiling cobblestone street, the couple passionately kissing in the middle of the street, vineyards, a simple painting of the Virgin Mary....
Life has been incredible these past few weeks. Horseback riding in Chianti, heading to the beach for the day, museums, artifacts, classes, and such. The days seem to blur and run together, as my only clock is the internal one which loudly clangs, "Two months is not enough to see me!"....
They say the smaller the brick, the older it is. If that is true, I'm the most petite person I know....
