Our two-day excursion here was very chill. We spent the first day in the religious center of the city, looked at some beautiful churches, and shopped. The day ended with a restaurant from the guidebook. My parents went with Florence’s signature, Florentine steak and, because I had tried the steak on my first trip here, I tried the special meatballs. My goodness this food was incredible. I loved this restaurant, especially because the nice old owner thought I could speak Italian. We didn’t even get the tourist menus until we had to ask for them. Now that is a win.
On the way back to the hotel, we stopped at the river. The sun had set and the lights were hitting it just right. Florence is definitely a stunning city.
Day two we had reservations to see the Ufizzi Museum and Academia. The main goal was to see David. Oh, we saw David. His rear end was even more impressive the second time. And, of course, I snapped some more forbidden pictures—just for my faithful readers. <3
But before all of this fun, we had to ship my books back home. We loaded up one of the carry on with books, dirty clothes and other loose ends that we could do without for the rest of the trip. If anyone ever needs to ship from Italy, read on. You can buy boxes inside and pack them. You have to take a number and wait for your turn to come up on the screen. Then, pray they speak English. If they don’t, you can get by with a little Italian, a little English, less Spanish and a lot of hand signals. Haha, after about forty minutes and a lot of worry, we got the packages off to the states.
The food today was quite impressive. Lunch was at another guidebook recommendation—a small, family owned counter restaurant. They were very nice about my crappy Italian and served us some of the best pasta I’ve had in Italy. Later in the day we had gelato at arguably the best gelato place in Italy, the same place Professor Marino showed the group when we were here a couple weeks ago. And, for a late afternoon snack, Belgian waffles cooked with a sugary outside stuffed with Nutella.. That’s correct. I said stuffed with Nutella. And for dinner we had some excellent pasta and chocolate soufflé. Needless to say, we’re hitting the gym when we get home.
This city is a shopper’s heaven. Aka—my heaven. From Hermes to street vendors, there is something for everyone. Mom and I buckled under the gorgeously soft Florentine leather and bought purses. No worries, though, we saved over 50% on the purchase. I know, I have skills.
“Every mile, a memory/ Every song, another scene/ From some old movie going back in time” –Dierks Bentley
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