In one of the love letters that Ryan wrote to me for while I was in Italy (to enjoy before his arrival), he said, “. . .a new week begins, and with that comes your highly anticipated return to Florence. I am so happy and excited for you, because I know how deeply you love being there, and I know how nourishing for your soul it is to be there.” I read that, and then I stopped. I reread it, and then I smiled. My hubby knows me oh so well, and he is so very right.
I can’t ever seem to quite put into words what it is about Florence and Tuscany that I love so much, because it is far more than the food, the wine, the rolling hills or the people – it is the feeling that I get when I am here. And without a doubt, it is that feeling that completely nourishes my soul.
I find myself feeling just a little bit different here. . .and in the best possible way. I seem to adapt more of the, “things will get done when they do,” Italian mentality. I am somehow immediately unbothered by crowds, by the overwhelming amount of tourists, or by the lady who stole my dryer time at the laundromat. Yes, I am a different me here, and I completely love it.
just one of the many beautiful streets in florence
I somehow find myself being able to pack loads of things into my day; and far more things than I would even think possible. In addition to doing the same amount of work that I do at home, I am also spending hours in school every morning, and then several other hours of the day walking around and exploring Florence. There always seems to be the time to take time; and when there isn’t, well, that’s fine too.
Each time I visit Florence, I come with an open heart and an open mind. I feel ready to follow life wherever it takes me, and to enjoy the journey along the way. And so by the time I say my goodbyes and wipe away my tears, my heart is filled with gratitude, and my soul is definitely nourished. Maybe I can’t put into words why I feel this way, but I can sure as heck thank my hubby for helping to explain it to me.