Vagabond Artist

Yesterday I drove down from Nice where winter was raging, I packed spring weather clothes because the weather forecast for Florence was 23,24 ° for all week. Friday we left from Paris and drove to Lyon, on the way it snowed. Aside from the cold it was very beautiful to see the green fields of Borgougne frosted white but the driving conditions were bad.
Saturday morning in Lyon the weather was good but we had to go to Nice and the driving got worse. Nice was a party.

After two days with lovely family I left by myself to drive to Arezzo. As soon as I hit Tuscany the sun came out and it is warm spring weather. I feel at home here. It is so nice to see my dog and friends, it is just relaxing after 2 1/2 months in Paris. Today I go to my lawyer, tomorrow the parucchiere and the notary. It is a week of passion (not in the romantic sense), funny that it is the week before easter.

Last night I felt like I was dreaming being here. I couldn't decide if the dream was being in Tuscany - the last 21 years that I spent here or if the dream was the last 6 months with the man that I love in Paris. I feel split in two. How to bring the two halves together? That would be great to know how to answer.

Tuscany is so beautiful. The light is really beautiful. It feels like medicine.