Siesta time in a hotel in Firenze. I am supposed to blog, to share my experiences, but the words are not coming.....at least not for the blog. It is all dry as chalk, and I can tell from lack of comments that you, my dear readers feel the same. Where is the Britt-Arnhild we know? Doesn't she have any better than this to share? Where is her creativity, her flow if words......
I am writing page up and page down in my diary (the private one where I write every day), and also in my travel diary. But here in the blog.........I don't know.
I will hopefully be back to my own self some day, I will continue to blog every day as long as I find internet........but I am sorry, I don't have much inspiration to share here right now.
One day dry chalk will be coloured again, creations never stops......
....and I AM having a lovely time. Like last night when Jane and Lanny took me out to dinner, and we knotted a friendship which I hope will last for life.
