On several occasions, I have just looked at my new friends laughed because of the little surprises that life has thrown us over the past week. We have found ourselves dining with a boy from Argentina named Gustavo, chasing after trains with broken luggage, and following crazy Australians around Rome.
So we finally arrived in Florence. I had not slept, no money, and I no idea what to expect. Tiffany and I caught a taxi to the SAI office, there we received the keys to our apartment and our new cell phones. The SAI office said that our apartment was just a four minute walk away, so we decided we could just walk there with no problem because we had already carried our luggage all through Rome. But this last walk to our apartment almost did me in. I did not know if I could carry my broken luggage over any more cobble stone roads without dying.
We finally found our apartment. In our excitement to see our new living situation we left our luggage at the bottom and ran up the concrete staircase to our apartment. Before we even entered the apartment I was already in love with it. I loved the stained concrete steps. They seemed to hold so much story to them, like many of the cobble stone roads and other old buildings. Their cracks and crevices revealed their long lifetime.
Our front door does not have a handle and the key is so oddly shaped. The key looks like it should unlock an old treasure chest buried in deep in the ocean and in a way the key did exactly that. This key opened up one of the neatest treasures of my adventures in Italy. Our little apartment is so beautiful, small, and quaint. Our apartment is more than I could have hoped for.
Tiffany and I share a lofted room. We have a large window in our room that looks like something from Snow White. It is wooden and made with old glass that latches with a piece of old metal. Our kitchen is maybe three feet by three feet. The other night after dinner, my roommates and I found ourselves all trying to fit into the small area to clean the dishes which resulted in a combustion of laughter. Even for its small size we have done very well with cooking very good meals.
Little things are slightly different here, like flushing the toilet. In our little bathroom we have to flush by pulling this string above our toilet. And to ventilate the bathroom we have to open a small window in our bathroom. The hot water does not last long, and we have to take quick showers! I just did my laundry and it was so weird to hang all my clothes out the window. This morning I had to rush to get them off the line because it was beginning to rain. The little things are so wonderfully different.
I wanted to add this picture to the blog because Lizard looks o so bella!
This beautiful church is right next to our house. We pass it everyday!
We went for a walk and ended up here at Piazzale Michelangelo!
My roommates and I have made a recent discovery that has changed our lives…Nutella. We decided to write an ode to it and we wanted to share it with you:
Ode to Nutella
Sweet, o so sweet,
Why not sooner did we meet?
The very presence your scent,
Chocolate-hazelnut, begins my descent.
More and more I desire,
The sweet taste of your attire
When I dip into you,
Parts of me become anew.
Parts of you seem to remain,
In the crevasse of my domain.
On my lip you will stay,
Until, my saliva melts you away.
Why must your stay be short lived?
When there is much more you could have gived.
I need no other to satisfy,
Please be replenished or I will die.
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