This weekend I decided to remain in Florence to do some more exploring of the city. I took a look at my planner and realized I have very few weekends here! Three months goes fast when you're trying to see all of Italy and a few extra countries here and there. So, it wasn't a terribly eventful weekend, but it was a wonderful one nonetheless.
On Friday I spent the day wandering around and essentially "getting lost" in Italy. There's something to be said for being alone and not having any agenda. I walked past the Duomo, and meandered down the side streets popping in and out of stores. Naturally, it was pretty packed since it is the center of Florence on a weekend, so I tried to avoid the main streets. I eventually came upon the river, so I walked along it and suddenly there were lots of people again. As I pushed my way through, I looked up to see that I was walking up to the Ponte Vecchio. So I sucked it up, and merged into the crowd and strolled across the Ponte Vecchio for the first time. I hadn't been planning on ending up there, or even getting over the river, but there I was. I looked at the bunches of jewelry shops along the day and when I reached the middle of the bridge, I stopped and looked out over the water. The sky was perfectly blue, not a cloud in the sky, and the brightly colored buildings on either side of the Arno were reflected perfectly in the water. It's getting lost in Italy and finding the Ponte Vecchio that makes living here so incredible. On the way back to my apartment, I was pretty thrilled and decided the only thing that could make it better was nutella gelato. So good.
And on that note, I probably eat far more nutella here than any person really should. There's something about eating it in Italy that just makes it taste better, as crazy as that sounds.
Anyway, that's all for now! XOXO
On Friday I spent the day wandering around and essentially "getting lost" in Italy. There's something to be said for being alone and not having any agenda. I walked past the Duomo, and meandered down the side streets popping in and out of stores. Naturally, it was pretty packed since it is the center of Florence on a weekend, so I tried to avoid the main streets. I eventually came upon the river, so I walked along it and suddenly there were lots of people again. As I pushed my way through, I looked up to see that I was walking up to the Ponte Vecchio. So I sucked it up, and merged into the crowd and strolled across the Ponte Vecchio for the first time. I hadn't been planning on ending up there, or even getting over the river, but there I was. I looked at the bunches of jewelry shops along the day and when I reached the middle of the bridge, I stopped and looked out over the water. The sky was perfectly blue, not a cloud in the sky, and the brightly colored buildings on either side of the Arno were reflected perfectly in the water. It's getting lost in Italy and finding the Ponte Vecchio that makes living here so incredible. On the way back to my apartment, I was pretty thrilled and decided the only thing that could make it better was nutella gelato. So good.
And on that note, I probably eat far more nutella here than any person really should. There's something about eating it in Italy that just makes it taste better, as crazy as that sounds.
Anyway, that's all for now! XOXO
And you have booked up every weekend between now and when you come home!!!! Glad Dad and I are part of the journey!
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