Florence

I am in Florence, finally. The plane diverted to Pisa on account of high winds and then they sent us to Florence on a bus, past fields of sunflowers turned resolutely away from the sun. Aren't sunflowers supposed to turn toward the sun?

But I understood them, because I too wanted to get out of the sun. The bus had no air-conditioning.

"It's a free tour, so enjoy it!" I murmured to myself, as my skin grew taut and salty in the heat. Then I realized that there was a cool metal bar under the seat in front of me, and jammed my ankles against it. I did not realize that ankles could be the source of such joy.

Today: Florence! I have no real plans right now; just wandering.