Whew. Bear with me or bare with me if you're hot because today has been a doozy. It started out easy enough, a walk to the store to grab some eggs for breakfast which then turned into the spur of the moment haircut and style. So if it's nerve-wracking to get your haircut in general, it's even stranger to do it without being able to speak the language. Luckily there is another woman getting her hair done who speaks English and she helps translate my wishes for me. It was really a wonderful experience and the woman who cut my hair wanted me to walk out feeling beautiful. I could just feel it from her. It was a fantastic experience.
All good, until I realize that I no longer have my credit card with me. Staying calm [trying] I decide to head home and drop off the groceries and check my bag again. Not there. A bit panicky, I head back to the grocery store where I had last used it and low and behold, of course, it was there. However, it put my body in a panicky mode which I couldn't seem to slow down or process. Not helped at all with a lack of food. Off to my new favorite restaurant where I had another plate of beef carpaccio and salad - so delicious and cool in the heat.
When I got home, I felt a bit off from the credit card scare but was also having a wee bit of trouble getting my thoughts to focus which made me think it was time to test my blood and check my pt/inr levels. For those who may not know, I have a genetic defect whereby I have hyper-coagulative blood and live on bloodthinners. And yes, my levels were at 4.2 when my range should be 2.5-3.0 which means my blood had gone to the dangerous side of thin [think internal bleeding]. When this happens, I need a dose of vitamin K, or you know, something dark green and leafy. Back in gear to move and head to the supermercato for those greens.
On the way home I decide to grab some Limoncello for later so I hit a side street to find this little place I remembered having liquor. I see an open artist studio and am captivated by his paintings and sculptures. He so graciously stops painting to chat with me and discuss art, techniques and his work. He has this amazing bronze sculpture and all I want to do is run my hands over it, and I tell him this. He laughs and asks if I want the model's phone number [seriously thought about taking it!]. And again I meet another person who is willing to let me practice my Italian and yes, corrects with me a smile when I use the singular "giorno" instead of plural "giorni" when I tell him I'm in Firenze for dodici giorno. This is the thing, no one has made me feel bad for not being able to converse or even speak well. So many people have tried to help me out!
Back to the house with a carton of spinach salad, I nibbled on chicken wings [yay Italy has chicken wings ready made in the market too!] and the spinach. Since it was the hot part of the day it made perfect sense to lay down and let my body recalibrate. As I lay there reading, the outside world shifted again and the rain began to fall softly. It was so beautiful and cleansing. And I was beginning to feel much better so of course this means I need to go out again!
I decided to stroll to Ponte Vecchio and I simply don't have the wherewithall to provide the words of this sumptuous walk. I went in and out of dark alleys, touching centuries old build buildings, finding graffiti, hidden corners, impossibly small windows and escaping the crowds. It was glorious!
I finally came to the Arno River and simply stopped and took it in. All of it, the sights of Italian homes reflected upon the water, a million languages floating around me, the sunset and light, music drifting from Ponte Vecchio. Breathtaking and beautiful. I walked across Ponte Santa Trinita and wound my way through the side streets on the other side of the river, eventually crossing back over the Ponte Vecchio. A lovely man sings to the crowd and I stop to listen to his rendition of Hotel California and all I hear is..."you can never leave"...love the inflection of his voice with the song.
Heading home, I stumble upon the Uffizi and then wander into the Palazzo Vecchio where a band is playing the Charleston and people are dancing and there are little blue light balls that children are tossing in the air. Pure magic! These words cannot do justice. I'm not sure pictures can do justice either. The feelings here are so transforming that I hope that one day I'll be able to sit and collect them in a little basket that I can present to you as a gift.
Home, where I feast upon cheese and salumi with a glass of Limoncello. And now my dear friends, I must go to sleep, hoping my dreams are as magical as my reality.