Today is my first Saturday in Firenze. The tile in my room is an oxidized green with beautiful patterns on it. My floor is a piece of art by its self. My bed is pressed against the far wall, when I sit up I can look out to my deck. The doors are tall and the ceiling taller. Normally the horrible heat flows into my room from those doors, but today a cool breeze and some rain drifts in. I don't know how to describe what I'm experiencing, I think my senses are as overwhelmed as I am.