The city itself was cool. We had gelato almost everyday, pizza more often than I’d like to mention, and thoroughly enjoyed our hostel as it was a much needed step up from tent city. I’m beginning to realize the best way to enjoy these cities is to wander and see where life takes you.
We visited the Basilica of Santa Croce (also known as ‘The Temple of of the Italian Glories’ due to housing Italian greats like Michelangelo, Galileo, Machiavelli, and Rossini) where we were too indecent to enter in our shorts, so thank goodness we had cardigans to create some makeshift knee length skirts. Beyond that and the Galleria degli Uffizi, we spent our time having impromptu photo shoots and observing street performers and random sculptures. MTV Italia was even hosting their first annual MTV Italy Awards, which included a free concert of many Italian artists. It was a big event and we were there for awhile; however, we were more inclined to try the best pizza in the city before it closed rather than listen to Italian pop music.
All in all it was a fun city, except the morning of our last day. We spent three days trying to return these bus passes we didn’t use to no avail. Now, I’ll admit I should’ve given up the chase sooner than that, but I hate wasted money and 24€ is a lot of gelato down the drain… ugh.
Huh. Now that I think about it, Florence has not been my friend as I am now looking at my arms and look like I tried stealing honey straight from the source. I have 29 bites, on my left arm alone and I am too dreary to count the ones on the rest of my body. I wonder how worse it could’ve been if I hadn’t randomly grabbed that bottle of Off when I was packing.
And I’m also being quick to forget the hike up the 1/2 mile gravel driveway to our hostel. I was convinced Ricardo (my luggage) was not going to make it as one of the wheels screeched the whole way and appeared to be inclined to fall of at any moment.
Sigh. I’m about to go get some gelato to get over these reflections.