Nothing like some hot sulfuric Italian baths to soothe all your troubles away. No wonder the Romans, the Etruscans, and the modern-day Italians love them.
Had a big fight with my husband this morning and had to get away. Needed that solitude back, I guess.
Drove almost three hours north up that old Roman road, the Cassia, to the edge of Tuscany to the most glorious little jewel of a town that is really just a thermal spa. That's all there is to it pretty much.
Back was hurting after the drive and after a few days of not sleeping well and tensing all up in the morning bitterly arguing.
Broken back, broken heart, broken soul, bring 'em all to the big open-air pool with the really hot water. Set among the tall skinny cypresses, rolling hills and hilltop towns of Tuscany.
Magic really. Sat in that water for hours. Moved only to get under the fountains that pummell your shoulders with the hot water.
Incredibly restorative. Like nothing else I can think of.
Wanted to write to you quickly before I went to bed. To sleep the sleep of the warmed and well-fed.
Didn't bring the right computer plug so can't tarry.
Forgot my brush, so my hair is all tangled and smells of sulfur.
Had a wonderful Tuscan dinner though. Rabbit stew with olives and then a local pecorino cheese drizzled with honey for dessert.
And now bed.
In the morning, more baths.
Nite-nite. Sleep tight.
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