Smell ya later...

It is difficult to capture an experience.  Even more of a challenge to explain it to someone.  I am doing my best to soak up each moment so I can retell all the funny, stupid, sad, and ridiculous things that occur in my day, knowing there is no way to convey sound or smell despite the many photos I have taken.  For those of you that own an iPhone, you understand how hopelessly attached you can become to this tiny computer that streamlines your life.  Mine crashed over the weekend and is at the Italian Apple hospital overnight.  I will be losing a great deal of video, sounds recorded, and photos that were not backed up.  Moreover I'm losing many memories I was trying so hard to capture.  One thing I know I can't take home with me is the various smells of Italy: 

The sweet scent of fresh cherries, tomatoes, peaches, and apples at the Farmer's Market I pass each day on my way to school. 

The nasty smell of fish in the Mercato di San Lorenzo. 

The smell of fresh rain in Chianti.

 The potent smell of feet and death from a cheese and meat shop.

 

The smell of fresh produce everywhere!
 

The smell of roses, irises, pansies, and daisies at the Florista.

The scent of fresh ground espresso beans combined with sugary baked goods at every corner cafe.

The fragrant herbal smell of lavender, rosemary, and mint at the Officina Profumo Farmaceutica di Santa Maria Novella.