No Rest for the Weary

It took longer to drive home to Virginia last week than it did to fly to Italy. And I was at least as tired... And nap I did, though no real sleep was had. The few times I closed my eyes, I was overwhelmed by the speed and amount of thoughts and adrenaline running through my body! It provided a dizzying hum that lulled me into a sleepy state, but prevented me from getting any real rest.

Dinner, a nap, date movie (Fever Pitch), another nap, and breakfast. Airplane food all the way, too, meaning at times interesting, but never great. The portion of lasagne with dinner was the best-tasting item, perhaps the white fish with GUACAMOLE (someone had to get fired for that one...), green beans, eggplant, and potato was my least favorite. The coffee? Not bought in Milan, that's for sure. Somewhere in the course of the evening, I stargazed (wow!), and stretched my legs once. That's about it. Felt like 25 minutes passed in all; one of the shortest nights of my life, it seemed.

A little bit of early morning energy was delivered via the sunrise - my first Italian sun! The insulating clouds gave way to amazing bands of color on the horizon, and the day was born. The light let me see geography a bit better: snow-capped mountains to the North and an irregular patchwork of fields and small red-roofed towns below.