My bare feet touched grass.
Last Friday after teaching, Lexie and I went to the rose garden near San Niccolo. It is only open for 3 weeks in May, so we both finally made it. And in spite of the fact I was drained after the classes, I really needed it. The roses were nice, but sitting in the shade on a super hot day looking at Florence below us and surrounded by nature made the experience. It saved me.
All the worry of the last few weeks seemed to have been left behind the moment I heard birds singing. No, not the cooing of pigeons. Actual birds, singing. Ants tickled my toes. And it being Italy, she and I brought a bottle of wine into the garden and talked, caught up, and were two southern girls enjoying a rare glimpse of the green in the city of stone. (odd that I have to catch up with my room mate, but that is because we both are working constantly)
Hope you all had a safe Memorial Day weekend. Let me know how life is going.