Well, it is officially spring over here in Italy. The weather is consistently stunning with sunny days, a light breeze, and temps in the 60s.
The joy of spring embodies hope and beginning, which could not be more perfectly displayed in Florence. As the trees and plants are blooming, so are the streets. There has been a notable increase in restaurants, bars, and shops opening. Every single day I see additional outdoor seating set up. The bar beneath our apartment has also opened up its renovated terrace.
I have never lived in a tourist town, so this is a very new experience. It is hard to not get annoyed with all the new people walking around. My running path has been congested with tourists. But it doesn’t take long to feel humbled after remembering I am technically one of them.
I am currently sitting in the park next to the Arno River. It is absolutely peaceful and still today with no breeze, and everyone seems to be soaking up this sun.
As much as I am trying to not sound like an author, it is hard not to describe the color around here. The grass is bright green, contrasting the light blue river water. The water runs between all the red, yellow, and orange buildings.
I swear, Italy was made for springtime.
The sudden increase in people still shocks me with how quiet of a town Florence is. There aren’t many cars driving by, and no one seems to be in a rush. Instead, everyone seems to be in complete zen mode all the time. Hell, the couple sitting in front of me is even doing partner stretches right now.
The world just seems to be still, and all seems to be well. Thank God for spring. This was pretty damn poetic. Watch out Emily Dickinson, I’m coming for your title.
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