Kait Gets Lit

On Friday our group visited St. Peter’s, which was crowded and overwhelming. We took a tour of the underground parts of St. Peter’s, where Peter’s body is supposedly buried. The tour was interesting, but the air underground was humid and the tour guide had a very thick accent. Our tour started later in the day and took up most of the afternoon, so our professor canceled our creative writing workshop and told us to write something over the weekend. She wanted us to write a response to St. Peter’s, but I didn’t feel a response. I am not Dan Brown, after all, and I never intend to be.

I did feel a great response to Florence, however, which poured into my writing this weekend. Lindsey and I spent the day in Florence on Sunday. We visited the Uffizi first, where I spent most of my time staring at the Botticelli paintings. Unfortunately, we were not allowed to take pictures. We spent the rest of the day wandering around town, staying close to the river and passing our time wandering in and out of various stores. 

Something about Florence-its size or how much lovelier it looks than Rome-brought out the romantic in me. So, I decided that in my final piece that I am working on for this trip, the parents’ love story should begin in Florence. Here is a snippet.

Writing Assignment Four