On My Way To Tuscany: Part I
Sunday, June 20th, 2010I decided that morning to leave Paris and take the night train to Italy.
It wasn’t really on a whim, it was something that I had always wanted to do, to visit Italy.
August holidays were in full swing in Paris which meant the city was vacant. The food shops and boulangeries were randomly closed. Shopping for food had become a treasure hunt, almost more of a hassle than it was worth. During that time I had sometimes thought that maybe it would be easier to starve until the end of the month. The stifling hot weather, the long days of summer, the lack of food, and the fact that all of my friends were off on their August holidays, made the idea of going to the beach, or at least to a place that was almost surrounded by water, sound like a good plan.
The whim of it all was waking up that August morning with the idea of going right now.
