Blue Skies and Plans


The best days I had in Rome happened whenever the plans got messed up, like when we slept through the alarm and missed a walking tour of Rome, only to spend the day walking through a tiny mountain town, out of the city rain. In Florence, I had one measly little tour planned and we completely missed it. Yet, we ended up standing at the feet of the David nevertheless, overwhelmed and awed.

It got me wondering why I bother getting so stuck to ‘the plan’ anyway. I’m not saying any forethought should go completely out the window – some of my absolute favorite meals were at restaurants we booked in advance – but letting go a little bit and leaving room for the wild and crazy made for a much better time.

Image found here.