We reached altitude and the pilot turned off the Fasten Seatbelt sign. I immediately jumped up to retrieve Big Magic from my bag. There wasn’t enough space to bring back a morsel of Callier chocolate, but I managed to shove that well-worn hardback into a bag whose seams were on the verge of bursting open.
As my eyes slowly cracked open, I took in the room around me. Oh that’s right! I wasn’t in LA. I was in Florence freaking Italy!
Not looking at art in Florence is like going to Disneyland just to check out the gift shop.
The tastes, the textures, the people, the air itself, all felt like a thing to which I belonged.
I’m not sure if you know this but Switzerland is not in America.
It’s happening again. I can feel it. It’s a phenomenon with which I’m all too familiar. I’m sitting here at Gate A6 in St. Louis Lambert International Airport with my carry-on in tow and a Marry Karr book by my side when a great sense of sadness floods over me. I knew it was coming….
This is a demo store for testing purposes — no orders shall be fulfilled. Dismiss