Sketch

A few days ago I was poring over some of my travel journals, doing a bit of armchair escapism:) I found this sketch in one of them. I wish I had done more sketching, there are only a couple in my books. I do remember sitting up on this hill waiting for my friend to finish her afternoon class. She was taking Italian and art. It was a hot day and late in the afternoon. The roofs were all terracotta. I could hear the buzzing of insects.
Another memory of Florence during this visit is living through the worst thunder and lightening storm of my life. It was so loud! The booms made the walls shake. I remember the lead up to it, midday the sky turned black and the heat and stillness were unbearable. It lasted all afternoon until early evening and then all hell broke loose.