Travel is at once exhilarating and exhausting. Even though it was late when I got in my cousin Erin and I had to have a glass or two of Champagne to celebrate my late but happy arrival into Rome. Finally after being up for close to two days I made my way under the covers of my firm and simple bed some time around 1:30am.
Any alarm would have been too early today, but this morning's alarm was unforgiving going off at 5:45am to accommodate a 7:20am train to Florence. I'm still running purely on adrenaline, but I wouldn't have it any other way. We took A bullet train from the Termini train station in Rome to Florence in about an hour and a half. Once set free into the city we stumbled upon the hard to miss Cathedral Duomo. I've never seen anything like it in my life.
After Meandering around a bit we headed to the Uffizi museum to check out a few famous paintings that I never in my wildest imagination thought I'd get to see in person.
Lots of walking and standing in museums works up quite the appetite and I got to enjoy my first pizza in Italy. It was as good as I imagined.
After Lunch expresso is always a good idea...
After our leisurely lunch we did a little damage in the Florence Leather markets that are the best in the world and then hopped the bullet train back to Rome. Full and perfect day!
I'm still unpacking experiences from India like a suitcase left open, full and disheveled on my bedroom floor. The trip over but memories like clothing half in, half out of the bag. I'm not sure what pieces are clean and which are dirty
5 lessons from Greece. What could you do today to put these lessons into practice for yourself?
When I signed up for this yoga retreat I didn't realize that I would be one of only a few English speaking participants
After a long voyage home I finally arrived in Greensboro last night around 6pm. I'm significantly sleep deprived which causes huge emotional overwhelm for me. I'm not sure what to do with myself or the stillness that of Greensboro after the commotion of India and intense travel. Instead of writing I'm going to offer you a picture post of images from Udaipur.
Ann’s arrival in my life felt like a long slow eclipse, I feared that there would be a day I would be totally blotted out by her orbit.
My eyes fluttered open as my brain registers the Muslim call to prayer; I'm wide-awake in an instant. It's five am, still dark but it will be light soon.
Photos from Mumbai yesterday
"when we foreigners get sick here it's most likely because we don't have the tools to emotionally digest what we see. As a result our bodies create a physical reaction to what our minds can't process. If our minds can't purge the pain at least our bodies will."
"My lungs feel heavy, I imagine a smoker's lungs might feel like this, but I haven't been smoking. My nose is working overtime filtering the smog filled Mumbai air."
Maybe it was the sleep deprivation, or the dehydration for that matter, but on the short rickshaw ride in I had the comforting sense that I was powerless, it felt like someone was whispering in my ear "if you want to enjoy this trip treat it like a rickshaw ride, don't hold on too tightly. Let it all unfold naturally or you'll miss the magic".