I think 3 days have gone by and they can all be summed up with the same thing. A bit of a cycle, reading in my walled garden, pottering around the place, finding every reason in the book not to study my Italian (I have a masters in procrastination). Its warm and sunny interspersed by a quick sharp little storm. Humid is the word.
Today I head to London so am packing up and am very excited. I’m told to take a jumper and can’t wrap my head around that…I was more inclined to pack the bathers but no, not in dear old England.
Next missive should be more exciting. (not that I don’t love my quiet days in Lucca)