This weekend brings me to the tourist filled confines of Florence (Firenze if you're Italian), where the statue of David is. Unfortunately for me, the lines were a bit too insane for me to even bother trying to see it...instead, I spent the time with a friend of mine, just wandering about and enjoying the atmosphere.
Since it was just a day trip, we only spend about 6 hours there (neither of us were feeling well), so I'm sure we missed a bunch of things. The Duomo was just awesome (huge church, with a big dome), as I haven't seen anything more impressive on the outside, including St. Peters. The inside was a bit understated, though, so the Vatican still takes that award. We also climbed the adjoining bell tower, all 414 steps of it. Beautiful view, well worth the minor heart attack. Definitely not for the clausterphobic, though, as the stairway is about 2 1/2-3 feet wide, and handles both up and down traffic.
I also picked up a cool bottle of grappa there, shaped like a clipper ship (pics when I get back to Canada, I don't want to unpack it). I swear, the staff spent at least 10 minutes trying to pack the bottle in a box, wrapped in bubble wrap and with paper packed around it. It was kinda funny to watch. Oh, and Florence has about the highest per capita of smokin' hot chicks. At least, the highest outside of Sweden, as Jay keeps telling me.
This week, Jay heads back to Sweden, and then I'm off for Japan. I wonder if they have potatoes there...
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