it was a sunday afternoon
we rented bikes, my brother and i
and rode through the hills of tuscany.
we took a wrong turn
and found ourselves on a path longer than our intended.
a rainstorm came and drenched us,
causing us to find shelter in a small church
in a remote italian village.
it was empty, for the most part
and being the sabbath, we prayed.
the rains stopped and we once more took to our bikes
riding along the countryside.
we found ourselves in the center of san gimignano
eating pizza and watching the locals
breathing in the sites.
italy is so welcoming, like an open door.