It's been a month since I said goodbye to London for a 6-week journey that has taken me to opposite sides of the world. My first stop was New York City, a place I called home for 13 years. I stayed with a friend in Boerum Hill, Brooklyn, a short walk from Brooklyn Bridge Park and its view of the cityscape of Manhattan. It was as close to going home can be for me and I cherished the two weeks. From there, I hopped a plane to Bali, Indonesia where I've been since the beginning of the month.
This year, I spend Christmas week on the Island of Fuerteventura. Walking the streets of the surf town I was staying in filled me with a sense of wabi-sabi, the Japanese concept of transience and imperfection. In the pale architecture, the wind-beaten murals, the plants filled with blooms and broken branches, the rugged black beaches, there was a sense of nature’s perfect imperfection.
When I lived in Florence, my apartment was in the Oltrarno neighbourhood, south of the Arno River. Although a day trip to Florence can easily keep you in the city’s busy tourist centre in the north, it’s worth the walk across one of the cities historic bridges. I’d recommend at least a half-day to explore the area, although you could easily fill a day at a relaxed pace.