“A Star Deserves to Twinkle”The next morning I awoke as the sun was spreading its rays. Every muscle in my body ached like I just ran the Boston Marathon. I figured it had something to do with my time travel and my body attempting to adjust. I was a bundle of nervousness and excitement as we set out for the Sistine Chapel. Vittorio explained how Michelangelo had gotten an early start to his day as he rarely required more than four hours of sleep a night. As Vittorio and I walked into town I smelled the overwhelming scent of livestock before I saw a peasant man driving a parade of oxen down the dusty dirt road.
I was surprised Vittorio wanted to travel on foot. Her limp was still prevalent and I decided it was time to question the cause.
“Can I help with your bag?” I asked. “It looks like
