12.16.04 - 12:47 pm

today is florence.
its cold. i have my gloves at the ready. the trip from venice to florence was lost to hours of words printed in a thick softcover book. but periodically, i was able to catch glimpses of foggy green hillsides and tall stakced houses with clothes drying on strings.
last night was the greatest dinner so far. lots of wine. some becks beer. and an irish pub. in italy.

and julia, standing in the door way of this hardware store, mocks me with her bacon sandwhich she has discovered. my stomach is hungry.