Finally at the end of last week, I went out surfing for the first time of the season. I can't believe how late in the year it is already, but hopefully more days filled with sun, friends, and the beach will come. Chris has been going out regularly for the past month or so and has put on his "insta-tan" (he's blessed with nice olive skin)! I walked to the beach a couple days ago alone to catch up on some reading and counted the steps from our door to the sand :: 458. I've often wondering about this number after many years of walking down this same path, and finally counted! So know I know this strange factoid and I'm sure I'll walk it in my mind when we don't live near the sea and can't hear the waves at night on our porch.
With the swarm of lists, preparations, work, and planning in my head lately, I've been using books as a nice getaway. I finished Bella Tuscany by Frances Mayes, which I began a couple years ago on a stone bench in front of Bramasole the house that the author restored in Cortona. I only got a couple chapters in during our trip and can't believe it took me so long to pick it back up. I then made a smooth transition into Mayes newest book, A Year in the World, where she descriptively writes about travels through Italy, Greece, Spain, Portugal, British Isles, Morocco, and Turkey. I did find some interesting places I'd like to visit, and many strange meat dishes that I will never be touching. After pages and pages of poetic sentences, I was ready for a quick easy read - so on to The Broker by John Grisham. I'm normally not one for dramatic crime novels, but since this one was set mainly in Italy I took the recommendation and breezed through in two evenings. It was fun to read the sentences of Italian as the main character was learning the language. Today I stopped by the library for a Florentine classic, Room with a View by E.M. Forster, which I'm excited to start!