Friday in Firenze

Dan is posting his pictures, so I will tell you about our trip south to Florence. The city is called Firenze: I’m not sure who, when, how, or why it became Florence. I’m sure it’s explained on the web somewhere, but I swear to g-d, I’ve spent more time bent down over my phone to figure out when things open and how to get there than I care to spend on my phone at any time. So I don’t know. If someone wants to google that and leave a comment, grazie!

We have gotten snotty about train travel and decided to travel business class when we could. Below is Dan, on our trip from Milano to Firenze on the Frecciarossa, where we had reserved seats, but we found that the regional trains are not terrible. You just have to find seats. 

Although some of yesterday was spent on trains, we still got in about 12,000 steps. This is good, since neither of us is watching intake at this point. We drink 500 cappuccinos a day (we read that Italian look down on people drinking cappachino after noon, but no one has yet spit in ours - at least that we know of. We saw some lovely sights (I will post my photos here, but catch Dan’s photos, which are always good), had a lovey dinner with a spectacular dessert, and crashed in a very comfortable apartment - up 1000 flights of stairs, of course. 

A piazza... don’t know which one. 

A statue of Dante. He looks like he’s in hell.

Some cool building

The plaque above this door says  something about Elizabeth Barrett Browning, but I don’t know Italian and could not translate. 

We bought a firenzepass, so that we could get into museums without waiting in the ticket lines. I got this encouragement to submit my info on the website:

We didn’t get going this morning as early as planned. We had to wait on the clothes washer to finish, so that we could hang clothes to dry (no dryers here so far, except in Laundromats), but the washer seems to be stuck on the spin cycle and it won’t unlock until it’s done. Son of a bitch.