I am a conquering hero
This morning I crammed on my running shoes, zipped into my sports clothing, took my strongest glasses, two maps and loped around Florence for two hours. I have now mastered my neighborhood and have found the two places I have to go, plus, for good measure The Train Station so I can meet my niece who comes in tomorrow. The embarrassing thing is that I don’t understand maps unless I turn them around so that the map and I are all facing the same direction– that doesn’t make sense, but I figured no one knew me and I was in disguise in my sportiv outfit so I could stand on corners, turning the map around and turning around myself until I could figure things out. I realize I have no ability to think abstractly.
Today is sunny. My apartment has a brisk breeze running through it so I am still in my black puffy coat. I have figured out where Mary lived and am heading out for a pilgrimage later. My new art historian friend told me that when Mary et al were here it was far greener; there were vineyards and pastures right here in the city center. It took many centuries after the Plague for the city to fill back up. Just in case you wanted to know.