I left behind the broad beautiful skyline of lake Michigan for a two-week ceramic workshop in Tuscany, where the lush green hills rolled on for miles. A ten hours plane ride transported me into what seem like another time. It was worlds apart from my daily diet of skyscrapers, paved sidewalks and star bucks. Transported into a storybook, literary ‘down a rabbit hole’, but into a land where you could easily image simpler times that slowed your pace to leisurely stroll, quiet

I left behind the broad beautiful skyline of lake Michigan for a two-week ceramic workshop in Tuscany, where the lush green hills rolled on for miles. A ten hours plane ride transported me into what seem like another time. It was worlds apart from my daily diet of skyscrapers, paved sidewalks and star bucks. Transported into a storybook, literary ‘down a rabbit hole’, but into a land where you could easily image simpler times that slowed your pace to leisurely stroll, quiet