Florence: an evil place that steals your heart and enriches your soul


SO I have successfully navigated an Italian supermarket, with the word “scusi” (excuse me) under my breath the entire time, had gelato twice a day, multiple days in row while justifying it with the fact that I walk 3 miles to school and back, plus walking for food and getting lost, averaging about 12 miles a day. I have washed some clothes and hung them on the towel warmer to dry. Attended and loved class, my Italian professor is fantastic. Paired paprika Pringles with a 4-euro pinot noir (they go wonderfully together p.s.). Indulged in real pizza, fresh pasta, and warm Panini (panino is singular and the plural form is Panini, sorry America we are saying it wrong). Let me tell you, I am being spoiled for the rest of my life. The cappuccinos are 1.5 euro and they are incredible and beautiful and it will be a battle with Caribou to hand over $5 for my decent at best coffee when I am home.

It has been 5 days since I stepped foot in Florence (Firenze in Italian). I have crossed many bridges. Literally. The river Arno runs through Florence and to get to school I have to walk down my street and then past two bridges until I reach the third bridge, the one I cross over, as it is the most direct route to school. My school is in a palace. No joke. However, it is not quite like the one you have drawn up in your head. It’s a palace by historical standard, not based upon how many princesses have lived there. The classrooms are huge and slightly dusty, but the material I am learning is wonderful.

My days are rich and filled with delicious food, long walks, laughs with friends, beautiful sights and a cozy apartment to come home to at night. The apartment is not very big, but I think it is perfect. After climbing 8 flights of stairs, I open the door to a sweet kitchen with a couch (my living and dining room). The ceilings are so cool! They are made of exposed wood and make me feel as though I am living in an Italian cottage. The light fixtures are pretty neat too. My kitchen has a chandelier and my bedroom has lights with red shades, giving my room a pinky glow. My apartment has 2 bathrooms and 2 showers! Yay! Everything is new and works wonderfully. Also in my room I have a window into the staircase of my building. I have exchanged several glances and prolonged eye contact with the lawyer who lives across from me. Note: he always wears sunglasses…the anonymity is somewhat intriguing.

The 25 minute walk to school is pretty tolerable when I’m surrounded by a culture of absolute charisma.

May I never keep my eyes down and become too familiar with the awe that encircles me.

I will update weekly now. With stories and adventures and pictures. Until then, know that I am doing well. That I am happy and that I am always hungry, for pasta, gelato, new ventures, a different vantage point, feelings of warmth, home and the desire to carve my own path.

May my appetite never be satisfied.

Ciao for now! I love you all and your support and kind words.

Thinking of you always.


The Dumo which lives about 3 blocks away from me


My breakfast. JEALOUS? you should be.


Every street looks this quaint. It is remarkable. 


The entrance to my school!


My school’s courtyard and one of the classrooms which is straight ahead in this pictureQ


The staircase leading to the rest of my classes


Gustopizza is life and is right next to school, uh oh


Just admiring Ponte Vecchio you know, casually


Ponte Vecchio at night


Across from school. This building has a beautiful fresco (wall painting)


The Dumo at night featuring Gelato


I don’t think this needs a caption


The river Arno and Ponte Vecchio, a better picture  without me obstructing its view


One comment

  1. Dad · January 29, 2016

    Your writing is wonderful! Your grandma thinks so as well. And of course Nanni and Poppi. I am sure we will hear some comment from one of the grandma/nannis about the lawyer…
    Peace and Luv,


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