Tuscany. Probably the prettiest region of Italy in my humble opinion. I felt like I didn’t have enough time to see everything the first time I went, but I def got a feel for it this time. We had a lot of leisure time during the day. My favorite thing? The bruschetta. Second best I have ever had, runner up to the incredible Sicilian herself, Lacy Dagerath, fellow dear friend and photographer.
Night time in Florence…*sigh*…we have a history. I obliterated myself the last time I went and swore I was gonna play it cool this time cause no one likes to be on a 4 hour bus ride with a hangover. Hangover indeed. Florence has a different payment system when you go into the bar. You get a card, and after you have filled up three punches (three drinks) you pay. You can’t exit the club without having your card ‘exited’. I filled two of those. With what, you may ask yourself? Red Bull and vodka. 6 of them. I’m telling you…Europeans pour their liquor and they aren’t sheisty like peeps around here. They pour the same way they do in Vegas, know what I mean? One drink and you’re in a good mood. Two and you’re having the BEST time! Three and you’re chilling on the couch just nodding your head to the music and enjoying yourself. Four and you’re on the dance floor. Five and you’re heading back for the sixth already while bestie is yelling at you to “stop drinking, we’re leaving!” Six and you’re calling the bouncer at the door unkind words while waiting for him to hail you a taxi. …..At least that’s how it went for me. I never tossed, but I was sweating bullets on that bus. Still, wouldn’t trade it for the world.
Below are a few shots of things that made me smile. Funny thing how some of these buildings have stood beautiful for thousands of years, and our modern contractors can’t build a house to last 5 years without something going wrong.