So here I sit, 5:30 am, an Italian Kitchen in Florence Italy. I can’t sleep and sure a bit of it is jet lag, but a bigger part is just excitement. I’m wired to not sleep when I’m doing things like this, when I’m on adventures like this. Case and point, my most recent trip to Hawaii in December, I was supposed to be on a sort of second honeymoon. Yeah, didn’t sleep much at all there. Wish I could add a wink wink nudge nudge to that comment, but the reality was I was too excited to sleep. The worry I might miss something hung in the air and I was up at 4:45 every day. Ready to explore and experience.
So sleep is for the weary and I’m not quite weary just yet.