The art of being happy...

The simplest of things can carry the greatest amount of happiness...

1. The lamp posts seen on every corner, of every street, in all of Europe...are...magical...detailed in ever curve and line, if only I could bring one back with me.

2. "The Art of being happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from common things."

3. An exquisite handbag inspired by one of the most noted cities in the world...Paree...which I will finally see on Thursday.

4. The tiniest kitchen, with no cabinet space, no counter space, no room, has become my place of comfort.

Emilia

Make my heart smile...

1.       The most creative and double yummy cappuccinos in all of Firenze, thanks to my new favorite barista Marco from New Week Café.

2.       Waking up to Jenna’s face every morning, hearing her cough day and night, and our many fail decisions that make for great stories.

3.       My journal that was given to me by Sue and Nin, which has mirrors on the cover so I can look at myself (haha, you guys know me too well).

4.       Blue, suede, ankle strap, rosette, chunky heels I have yet to wear...in Paris perhaps...

Emilia

Pay attention to detail

 

The last couple of days have been a blur...

My roomie Jenna Dee got sick so I spent Sunday, Monday and Tuesday (because lucky me has the greatest school schedule EVER!) walking the cobblestone streets of Firenze like I had been living there all my life.

I pretty much know where I am going now...or so I think.

Sunday was raining and Jenna was feeling really ill so I decided to walk around and find a market to get her some soup...I stumbled upon a swap meet right in back of our apartment where I truly felt the Firenze essence in the air. Colorful umbrellas, Old Italian ladies browsing through hats, and street vendors selling all kinds of vintage Italian goods. Finally found some minestrone soup...success.

Monday I once again had no class but poor Jenna had class all day...so being the wonderful friend I am I walked her to and from all her classes...making sure she didn't collapse on the floor. Once again walked around...and just noticed little details all around me...the Italian man playing accordion...the old school telephone booths...the amazing graffiti on the wall...Audrey Hepburn’s classic face on an umbrella...and the cutest cafe.

At night I went to the welcome dinner with new friends Jenna and Emily (yes, we really did meet two other girls with the same names...freaky...I know) at Palazzo Bourgeois…what a wonderful place.



Emilia