Well, I meditated in the Florence Baptistry in my head for about 8 minutes – then I heard my better half rooting around in the kitchen trying to make a sandwich. But those 8 minutes were good – I had the smell going, that dusty lemon wood sunshine smell, and the cold of the marble floors underneath me, the flames of the candles and the inside echo keeping outside sounds at a minimum. I can definitely see why meditation is so good for those in pain or immobile. You can create your own world! Thanks be to G_d.