Saturday, April 10, 2010
The best way that I can describe the passage of time when I first went to Florence (it actually was my first time across the ocean) was that I was living a parallel life. It was much like dreaming, where you may doze off for only ten minutes, but, it seems that hours have passed as all manner of events take place in the dream world. I took the airport shuttle bus to Boston, took my bags inside Terminal E at Logan and went through all the necessary steps. When I went through the passageway into the plane my regular life stopped, held almost with a click, shifted to one side and this very separate life moved into place and started running. A transition so smooth and seamless that I had no idea at the time that it was happening.