today is the day
9.33 San Antonio time. 4.33 in Florence.
Yesterday when I woke up, nerves, fear and every other emotion was pulsing through my American veins. What in the world was I thinking?Florence isn’t a third world country, the chances of anything worse than getting pick-pocketed are pretty slim. Still, nerves nerves nerves.
But today, I woke up and I felt different, yes there is an undercurrent of anxiety, but I feel ok. In twenty hours give or take I will be in the same city that little Michelangelo grew up. Where the Medici’s ruled and where Paolo drove Lizzie Mcguire around on a vespa (they were in Rome but it’s close enough) needless to say, I am excited.