Sometimes it’s just nice to lay low, do nothing but at the same time do everything. We have been spending so much time traveling to other countries that both Jenna and I decided to stay in Florence for the remainder of the time we have here but more than half the time here is gone, 35 days left to be exact and I feel like I’m caught in a weird state of limbo.
Florence is no longer a foreign city to me, its somewhere I call home. I know my way around as if I have been living here all my life, all the ins and outs of the city, the specific manners and gestures that the culture is so adamant about, and the little things like not paying any attention to traffic signals…because Italians just walk and don’t care what is coming straight at them. I have come to know the guys that make my pizza on the corner, the man that owns the Alimentari at the bottom of our apartment building (Jenna and I have named him Paki), the old man that gives us endless amounts of gelato samples…even though we go every single day.
And now…it’s time to slowly but surely say goodbye…it’s a weird feeling, knowing that I may never be able to spend as much time in another city as I did here. Don’t get me wrong…I miss Los Angeles, I miss my family, Brownie and my girls, those things will be eternal, but there will inevitably be an end to Florence.
Activities of the weekend: Twice Club VIP, Nightcrawling Photoshooting, Tanning at the Arno River, People(specifically boy) watching, Santa Croce(obviously…it’s a daily thing), Hiking to San Miniato Church and Piazza Michelangelo.
Emilia
