Firenze Mi Amore

I’m sharing pictures from my last visit to Italy today. Despite my incessant scheming, I have not been able to manage a visit to either Florence or New York this summer. I can’t explain how this happened; ordinarily my scheming vis a vis holidays never fails. On the other hand, it’s all worked out really well because I’ve been able to put AlaraApothecary on a firm footing, so s’all good. Besides, there are still three months left in the year….. hope springs eternal in the heart of the desperate traveller. It’s probably a good thing that I haven’t been able to travel anyway. I discovered that I don’t even regard trips to NYC or Italy as holidays anymore. It’s more like, ‘why can’t I go home?’ That is deeply disturbing, not to mention spoilt. One shouldn’t suffer from separation anxiety because you can’t visit a country you’re not from. A reality check is in order. In this new spirit of relentless sobriety, I share with you my favourite maxim of the week, courtesy of Mike Tyson, ‘Everyone’s got a plan until they get punched in the mouth’. Tru dat.