Florence 5771 Sept 2010

What a day! I arrived in Florence by train about 8, left my bags at the hotel.  By ten I was a the top of the Duomo, 434 stairs.  I was not the only one sweating, it was warm, another pleasure. After descending,  I had a cappacino and then I walked.

My birthday falling near the new year makes me reflective.  I've been thinking about age.  A couple of things I've noticed going, besides memory.  My sense of direction, although not today.  I used to be pretty good but I get turned around more easily now.  At least I'm doing this at a good time, technology wise, GPS, here I come, iphone?
Now I've forgotten the other thing, so let's get back to memory. 
I'm asking forgiveness right now for forgetting birthdays.  I think they are important but I can't keep up.  Other than my sisters and brother, you have to remind me.  Too many nieces, nephews, extended family, friends.  So at 58, I can still make it up the stairs to the dome of the Duomo.  Who knows at 68? My feet hurt, but so what!  I visited the Pitti Palace and gardens today.  Overwhelmed with art on my first day.