Day 13: Exploration
By my thirteenth day in Florence, I was desperate for some "me" time. Never having lived with roommates before, other than my family, and, being a rather introverted person, I decided to remove myself from my friends for the day and explore the city on my own. This proved to be one of the most intellegent decisions I've made thus far. I started my day off with a run in the morning, jogging across the Ponte Vecchio, taking in the gorgeous Florentine sunrise and crisp morning air. Afterward, I grabbed my favorite book, James Joyce's Dubliners, and headed for the 15th century monestary located conveniently across from the arno. I sat myself on an old cast-iron bench, and began my reading. I will forever love Joyce's masterful imagery, and, sitting in this wonderfully rustic old monestary, listening to the hum of the bees, watching the Arno in front of me, and feeling this wonderous city around me, I couldn't help but smile. Three months be gone in the blink of an eye, but the memories, though they will fade, are worth every moment.