Friday, September 23, 2011

Pining for Tuscany

Last night while making dinner, the smells of garlic, oil, onion, tomatoes and peppers had me dreaming, yet again, of Tuscany.  I've never been there, but I've been hankering to go for years.

I don't want to go to Italy to visit monuments or museums. I want to go to a small village, rent a villa, and spend days staring into the beauty of God's creation.  I don't want to react.  I want to think.  I want to reflect.  I want to drink copious amounts of really good wine.  I want to eat amazing pastas, gelato, bread, pizza, vegetables and cheese.  I want to write.  I want to breathe.  I want to shoot photographs.  I want to dream.  I want to feel me again. 

I've decided that when that money tree magically appears in the backyard and the mortgage is paid, the school tuition is done, the student loan debt is done dealing...that's where you'll find Italy.

What about you?  Where will you be?

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