Writing in Piazza Vittorio Emmanuele
Hard as it was, I left Rome yesterday and am home in lovely Toronto.
I made my coffee extra strong this morning and pretended it was a heavenly cappuccino from Venti 10 where I spent my mornings for the last week.
So how was it you ask? Heavenly. Just perfect.
I walked, ate well, drank wine, laughed, shopped, hitched rides on scooters with friendly Italians, saw everything I wanted to see, and yes friends, I wrote quite a lot. It is a lot easier to imagine dialogue in a different language when you are in the country you are writing about, so I think Portia’s scenes here have benefited from my immersion.
Rome is a beautiful city, and I can’t wait to go back, but Florence remains my favorite city in the world, and I maintain, 10 years after first walking her cobbled streets, if I get to pick the place where I will spend my last days on this earth, it will be Florence.
That is all friends, catching up on your blogs later tonight to see what I missed in the last week!