Just last week I had the opportunity to spend the week in Florence, Italy with my parents.
I knew this would be a quieter sort of trip, where we would take many jaunts down memory lane, walk some familiar path and generally soak in air that is so familiar to me. A sort of pilgrimage. Firenze has always smelled like home to me.
Want to read a little more about my travels to Italy, here I tell about places I’ve lived.
