Well, here I am, yet again in Firenze. Something about this place keeps bringing me back here. It almost seems a shame not to keep travelling, but if you've found some gold, why skip over it? I see people come and go, travellers who are spending a couple days here, and when they head off, I'm still here. Not goin' anywhere yet. Next week there's a concert at the Tuscan Regional Symphony, and I can't tell if that's keeping me here, or if that's just the excuse for not continuing onward (but again, what the hell is onward?). Instead of spending this coming Shabbat in Milano, I'm gonna stay here for the second in a row. And apparently there are no regional trains to Milano, which means no bike transport, which means in short: I'll be biking to Milano. Which will be interesting, because weather hasn't been so forgiving. So if I bike to Milano from Cinque Terre (which I wanna see on the way), I'll need a good few days.
Today I had a nice bike trip north and east of Firenze with probably the longest downhill I've seen yet. It's definitely nice to bike during a day that I wouldn't do anything else new, and I'm considering, if I bike again this week, to go towards chianti even though it would be a repeat of the first day of Mom's and my bike trip.
So something very exciting happened today. I've got plans! Like, the kinds of normal plans normal people with normal lives have, like, "Ok, that sounds fine! Let's meet there at 8". Well, that happened! I met a nice couple from Spain, although the girl's from Michigan and has been living in Spain for four years. They're getting married in a year, and want to live in Florence until then. They still haven't found an apartment, so they're staying in hostels for now. They work as translators, which is awesome, so they can live anywhere they want with an internet connection. And we're meeting up to "watch the game" soon at the local Irish pub. It's such a part of European culture to go to the pub and watch "the game". I'm trying to understand as much as I can about soccer because it seems like so much fun to care about it.
Oh yeah, and we went to the leaning tower of Pisa. It leaned.
These are some of the "randoms" with whom I spent a few days.
Yeah, I can't believe I actually fit it all in. The great thing is that when I pressed the button to go to the sixth floor, nothing happened. I didn't realize you had to pay five Eurocents to make to elevator know you exist! Who's ever paid for an elevator?!
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