Day three is usually when jet lag hits. At least for me. After so many years of it being a pattern, it is probably now a learned response. Or maybe,
Category: travelogue
Pisa-Lucca in April–day two
Saturday in florence is like Saturday in any city. Locals pouring into town to do their weekend shopping and tourists milling about in large groups, staring upwards. Just an all
Firenze in April–day one
I should really keep a food journal. Not in the way that you think. I don’t want it to scold myself, but to extol the pleasures of each and every