Idle Hands

It was it a lazy weekend. I was really sick the week before and I was really trying to get well. I’ve got another pair of socks on the needles, but what was I doing? Looking up the cost of apartments in a couple of the buildings we saw getting renovated in Florence. And surprisingly, they were affordable. In fact it is cheaper to buy a place there than Seattle—by half! And I’m talking about walking distance to the Duomo with a view of the Arno. Of course many of them are centuries old and need some work…

Okay. Enough shillyshallying and daydreaming. Idle hands are the devil’s workshop.



You know when someone tells you “That was one of the best days of my life?” Yeah. This was this day.

This is me, in Florence, Italy sitting in a wine bar with a balcony over the Arno river and I’m looking at the Ponte Vecchio. I’ve had the perfect amount of food and drink and I wishing this moment would never end.

I cannot believe it took me so long to get to Italy.


What’s your best day?