It's been approximately 24 hours since I've arrived in Firenze, and to be brief, I have this sinking feeling that I was born in the wrong country, had the wrong education, speak the wrong language, and have never truly eaten real food in my life. To be surrounded by such beauty and antiquity and, well, civilization, it is like being born again. Okay, no "renaissance" puns intended. I am overwhelmed by everything. The people, the art, the gelato -
This morning, after an excellent breakfast included with my hotel room (everything prepared beautifully and perfectly, berry tarts, frittata, sliced Italian meats, fresh juices, spiced apples, and coffee ohhhh the coffee!) I meandered toward the Arno river. Turning the corner and seeing Brunelleschi's duomo, well, I hate to admit this, but I cried from "beauty overload " if there is such a thing--taking it all it was overload...the facade, campanile, duomo with the sun coming up behind it...
I continued my trek toward the Arno, the throngs of tourists building as I went. It is like a carnival --so many people from everywhere imaginable, and they are all enjoying this party called "life."
I had chicken skin walking around piazza Della signoria..thinking of the bonfires, and Savonarola.
Tasted more gelato at Mario's, in my quest for the best. And time for another nap.
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