After The Storm

I strolled through the beautifully cobblestoned streets of Orvieto, Italy. I’d be lying if I said there weren’t a few worries that crossed my complex mind, but nothing prepared me for the storm that was resting on the horizon only miles away. Just as we approached the car, rain began to fall. It was followed rather quickly by large golf-sized hail; I’d never seen anything quite like it. After nervously bickering back and forth over a sheltered place to park the car to protect it from the storm, we sat in silence. In that moment I felt scared. Fearful of what had just happened and nervous for what rest before us as we had another hour and a...