A Good Walk.

I got out of class today at 2:30; I was quite ready to take a nap.

But when you live in Florence there comes a certain guilt when you take a nap while the sun is still shining and adventures are still beckoning.

So I threw my C.S. Lewis book in my satchel, 

put my camera around my neck, 

and headed out the door.

I found beach access by the Arno.

I had to walk through mud and weeds to get there,

but boy was it worth it.

Perfect place to bask in the sun and read my book.

Check.

Not to mention I found this adorable tag on my old man flannel I bought at the Tuesday market for one euro.