A Recipe

3 parts hills, dusty trails and sore legs
1 part comfortable room with a view
2 parts cappuccino
5 parts sunshine and blue sky
2 parts turquoise sea
1 part lemons and olive trees

So my dilemma is this: I don’t think Italy can be expressed in prose. If I start trying to write about how beautiful it was, how dry the air, how blue the water, how much sun… I will devolve into poetry. And yet, I want to distill a bit of the trip here, to share what God shared with me. I feel silly because this is going to be a REALLY LONG entry. However, I just took a 10-day vacation by myself. That means I didn’t get to talk to anyone about what I was thinking, thus, LOTS of writing. To which you are now subjected. Further down below are some excerpts from my journal, if you’re into that. But, first, the moral of the story.