Firenze

Last night I had a dream about my dream. I was in Firenze Italia soaking up the culture, art, food and people. The dream was rather intense and I remember details. Such as the intricate carvings, the intense colors and the details of the architecture. I remember the hotel that I stayed in and it was full of Italians, not your typical American tourists. The language was so beautiful to listen to....like a song. I also remember the smells. The sweet smell of Tuscany and the not-so-sweet smell of the streets in Florence.
She is calling out to me. I need to revisit so I can relive this dream!