When I woke up this morning, I thought that I was at home in Melbourne and that my stay in Italy was over. With this thought came a wave of melancholy and as I began to contemplate what it was like to "have been in Firenze", I hesitantly opened my eyes and glanced about my apartment. However the vision before me, didn't reassure me. Instead it seemed like a lovely dream and I felt really sad.
So I got out of bed and opened up the wooden shutters in the kitchen.
As the cool air brushed against my skin, I heard the soothing sounds of local church bells and birds.
So I got out of bed and opened up the wooden shutters in the kitchen.
As the cool air brushed against my skin, I heard the soothing sounds of local church bells and birds.
Finally I could breath deeply and be happy, realising and appreciating that for a few more days, I was still at home in Firenze.
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