Kim asked if I was in Genova yet ...
I so am.
I have this huge and uncontrollable smile on my face. It started as I journeyed from Milan towards the mountains and Genova ... and I can't stop it.
I've been trying not to frighten anyone, with my madly happy face, as I run errands upon arrival. I'm working on containing it within me, as a quiet bubble of joy.
I have a beautiful bouquet of flowers. I have an internet connection. I have wine ... and I'm still smiling. It's like that.
I am back in this city I love so well.
All kinds of threats have been made if I return without completing the book this time ... and so I must.
But Kim, yes, I am back.