Siena and San Gimignano gifted me with a rare moment where exactly how lucky I am resonated throughout my core. And I’m not trying to rub it in, but I had a moment of clarity about the beauty and awe of life and realized at that moment, that yes, you can work hard to obtain goals — in fact you should — but sometimes everything real you’ve earned align with somewhat magical forces and give you purity of spirit and the physical self. It was my secret superpower of the day. And no, I didn’t have a camera to document it, but bummed some pics from the photography teacher.
And for those of you who love tomatoes and garlic, let’s just say I experienced a glimpse of perfection when I ate a bowl of uncut macaroni covered with tomatoes, garlic, olive oil at a trattoria in Siena. There were some of us literally cheering as the bowls were passed out. Me, I just did my happy food dance. Go ahead, hate me, but I only speak the truth.
The illuminated choir books and the interior of the Duomo are unspeakable treasures of my memory.