Cup of Joe

I couldn't sleep last night. Despite bring completely exhausted, my mind raced... as though staying awake would somehow prolong my stay and delay the inevitable journey home.

Surprisingly, I was still able to rise early, likely due to concern that a malfunctioning website meant all trains to Rome on monday were sold out. Even when confirming all was right with the world (that's still not to say I have a ticket, of course) I got up. To enjoy one last, long day before heading back to the city in preparation of going home. To do what? I don't know. Nothing, perhaps. Aside from floating in the sea, basking in the sun and soaking in the view.

Coffee in hand, I'm off to a good start.