Tonight I’m sleeping in an unfamiliar bed – and I’ve never felt more at home. This room which is aptly named “Under The Tuscan Sun”, makes me dream of long walks in the Italian Countryside. I’ve turned on the gas fireplace and am lying in what could possibly be the most comfortable bed in the world. It must be a Tempur-Pedic because the mattress foam seems to meld right to my body. I’m tempted to go downstairs for a glass of wine from the kitchen – just to see if the commercials are true. But it’s late, and I’ve got a brilliant day planned for tomorrow.
Under The Tuscan Sun is actually one of my favorite movies of all time. I picked up the book a few weeks ago, and found that this was a rare instance where the movie was much better than the book. Apparently, I’m not alone in this observation. For those of you wondering where I am – and why I’m waxing poetic about mattresses – take heed all will be revealed momentarily. I’ll meet you back here over tea in the morning.