I’ve made it to Florence and I’m in a cute little apartment, but the heat is killing me. It’s making it hard to motivate myself to go out, and I have no appetite. But there are 1 million things to see here, and I am going to try to be diligent about blogging so I remember the names of what I’ve done. For better or worse, I’ll keep track of it all here.
I chose to walk from the train station to my apartment last night which was a good call; it was so cool to come around a corner and see this:
After a long day of travel yesterday, I got a late start today. I walked over to il Mercato Céntrale and had a slice of pizza. It reminded me of La Boqueria in Barcelona- too crowded, hot, and nothing I was really interested in. It’s just not fun to eat lunch when there’s sweat dripping down your legs, just like when I used to do bikram yoga.
I stopped at an English bookstore near the duomo that had a very disappointing selection. Then I stopped at the supermarket and was actually very impressed with their selection. Then I walked back up the 86 steps to my apartment and collapsed for a long time, only emerging to get some gelato for dinner. My friend Daphne was right- it was some of the best I’ve ever had.
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