Something sharp is LODGED in my foot after several days at the beach in Levanto. Yesterday the surf was really rough (2nd day of red flag) and i took a beating along the rocky sea floor and as I came out must have hit a sharp rock or a peice of glass or something that is now really not ready to come out of my heel. This is problematic considering I am suppose to travel for 20 hours in a day or two.

Italy is almost a memory. I’m in Florence for my final couple of days running errands and buying olive oil and repacking, being hot and humid, wearing dirty clothes. I’m sick of eating. I’m sick of shopping. I want to go home.

What I will miss of Italy will be a few of the people I’ve met, and they aren’t even around right now or they have left the country too so it’s quite lonely. J is off in Sri Lanka and isnt even available for a good phone call. Maybe I’ll visit my favorite neighborhood bar, even though its on the other end of town from my hotel. I also managed to screw up my itinerary in my head and book one less night in the hotel than I need, so I have to change hotels the night before my flight, to who knows where, which sucks, because my current place upgraded me to a king bed and my own bathroom, and it has air conditioning, and I cannot really even put the value of that into words.

Wish me luck everyone, I’ve got a rough ending coming up.