I realized one of the deeper reasons we love vacations: we get to simply not care. I woke up today at noon… I don’t care. I stayed in bed til 2 and didn’t get into Centro Storico Florence until 3… I don’t care. I wandered in and out of churches for 4 hours stopping to meditate and read chapters of my book in the places I felt inspired to write them and I cried reading my words again… I don’t care. I came upon the conad market where I bought a chicken cutlet and crostini and ate it as I walked along… I don’t care. I wasn’t sure where I was going and wasn’t sure how to get back to the apartment… I don’t care. There’s a lot to be said for not caring and just being in the present moment.