two days but really one

I don't love Italy the way I love England. I wasn't here long enough to really let our threads intertwine, but even though its constantly hot even with the breeze coming through our patio doors I will miss the never failing songs of the church bells that float in with the heat in the evening.
I have one day left. Well, I don't count today or the day we leave (Sunday) and since today is pretty much over I shouldn't really count today, so it's like it's tomorrow and I wouldn't count tomorrow so all that leaves is Saturday. Crazy how time flies huh.




these are at a Tuscan bed and breakfast we went to for an afternoon to paint.