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The whole group us, Italy June 2010 |
Hello again! I'm home now from gorgeous Italy and the transition isn't exactly an easy one. Going from the ease and indulgence of an Italian dream to the humidity and responsibility of a New York reality...at the moment, feels pretty rough. The trip was amazing, though (to say the least) and every moment I felt so lucky just to be included.
Cyprus trees, a lovely element of Tuscany |
When John and I arrived in Florence and met up with all 8 of his awesome family members, it really hit us. His board exam was behind us, we were together, and we had finally arrived. Italy, John, my "other family", the best food and drink in the world...need I say more?
After our first night, we all ventured into the Tuscan countryside. Our destination was Montespertoli, a small town about an hour outside of Florence. There we found our lovely Tuscan farmhouse that we'd call home for the next week.

Siena's amazing Duomo, storm rolling in |
The streets of Certaldo |
John and I spent the next couple of days traveling with his grandpa Hank who is undoubtedly the most active and adventurous 80 year-old I'll ever know. We visited Siena , the city we'd later agree was one of our favorite spots. We were awed by Siena's Duomo and it's unbelievable opulence: the artwork, the mosaics, the busts of every past pope lining the ceiling, the bright frescoes so well-preserved that they could have been painted yesterday. We even climbed the spire of the museum, giving us an unbelievable view of the city and surrounding landscape. This should give you a little hint of how my Spondylitis left me alone over there.
In a country known for its fresh food and wine, its beautiful people, and its extraordinary spirit of indulgence, it's hard to deny yourself the pleasures around you. I admire this beautiful culture and this passion for living. Something happens to you in Italy. There's a reason that some of the greatest masterpieces have come from here; why writers and artists are able to release themselves entirely amidst the backdrop of beauty and history. You start enjoying your body in a whole new way, allowing yourself to let pleasure wash over you. As someone who spends most of her year in pain, this means everything. Italy breathed life into me, reminding me of all the good my body is capable of. Instead of being at odds with my body, I was able to celebrate it.
And now some more photos....
Hanging grapes at a wine tasting |
An amazing Tuscan sunset |
I love this guy |
John & Sara taking a dip |

Love,
Maya