It was four short months ago that I was looking ahead at summer and visualizing a long stretch of hot days, long nights of work and buckets full of money. I was set on doing something out of the ordinary for my summer self and intentionally not taking it easy. Alas, things went awry. And I happily went with it because I am more interested in listening to the universe and finding my course according to what life sends my way. In doing so I have had one of the best summer seasons I can remember for years. I recall plenty of time on the coast, sunny days, sandy feet, wave wrestling, lazy days at the pool, backyard BBQs, arcades, rollercoasters, rainy afternoons, platefuls of seafood, moonlit nights, mornings in the garden, reading, mid-day cocktails, quiet cappuccinos, spectacular sunsets and above all... Italy.
Friday brought a train ride to Florence through the hills of sunflowers, vineyards and olive groves. An afternoon of walking through town begged for a proper Negroni at the Caffè Giacosa. A quick stop for picking up postcards and then we made our way back to the station.
Before the sunrise drive back to Rome to catch my awaiting flight to Newark I was lucky to have a couple last days back in Massa to soak up the sun and Italian hospitality. I can not wait to go back and see more and revisit with all the wonderful people I was so fortunate to meet.