woman writing on brown wooden farm table

After three days of sleeping in a Fiat Panda on our trip across Tuscany, we were both starting to miss a real bed. We’d spend our evenings writing the footsteps of our days on our map and sampling the local wine and bread we’d picked up along the way. When I took this, we had just found a monastery that overlooked the ripening vineyards. As the bells tolled and the sunset deepened, that evening became another annotation.