We went to an English pub (of all places). It was crammed with American girls (mostly students ranging in age from 18 to 21 probably) and smarmy Italian guys trying to make time with the tourists. We did see a couple of American guys who ordered budweiser - totally lame. It was incredibly crowed but in Europe you can drink openly in the streets so we headed outside to finish our drinks in the piazza. A few Italians tried in vain to talk to Carolyn and Kimmie in broken English. They are 18, so needless to say they are new to the bar scene a
We headed back towards Santa Croce (my neighborhood) which is heavily populated by bars and clubs and found another pub that was much more low key and populated by locals. It was another English pub (go figure - there are tons here) and I had a Pimm's. Yeah! Overall, the night wasn't a total bust but I am just getting my feet wet here so I'm a little apprehensive and feeling out the nightlife. Carolyn and Kimmie slept over because their place is about a 25 minute walk and I didn't want them walking home by themselves at 2 in the morning. Momma Alexis strikes again.
The next day, Friday, I worked for most of the day then off to dinner with the girls. I headed home after that for me time and ended up cleaning my house for 3 hours. I rearranged some more and end
On Saturday I got up early and headed out to look around town for a while. I ended up in the leather store at the end of my s
I finished my sandwich and decided to head into Santa Croce Basilica to finally have a look around. It is one of the most beautiful churches in all of Italy and contains the tombs and mortal remains of Galileo, Michelangelo, and Machiavelli to just name a few. It also h
This is one of the large works housed in the museum at the back of the basilica. Unfortunately, I don't remember who it's by but I sat and stared at it for a while because it was unbelievably beautiful and the colors were so vibrant. Favorite painting so far.
I left the church, took a nap and tried to cook myself dinner which turned out to be a total fiasco and failure. I finally figured out how to work the gas range but kept accidentally snuffing out the flame by having the window open or turning the heat too low. I made boring spaghetti which cost twice as much and tasted half as good as any pasta I can find at any trattoria in Firenze. I think I may just snuff grocery shopping all together. It turns out to be so much more expensive and troublesome. Anyway, I ended up eating gelato and pizza like I do almost everyday. And it was excellent. Oh and I found my favorite pizza place finally. Gusta Pizza! It's about a 25 minute walk away but so worth it. Wood fired oven pizza, bubbly and crunchy. So good!
On Sunday, after yet another failed attempt to get to Ikea (I NEED a mattress topper and more pillows -- I wake up every morning in pain and I almost never sleep through the night) Carolyn and I headed for the leather market around Mercado Centrale. Later, had amazing chicken Cacciatore and tuscan white beans at Za Za's which I have heard is kind of famous. Definitely going back there! Then high-tailed it to work after which I headed home to eat the rest of my cacciatore and to bed early.
And here I am today. I tried to return some foam padding I bought for my bed that didn't work out for about the 50th time today but the store is never open when the posted hours says it will be. That is something that is sooooo common here. Stores open and close as they please which is aggravating. Really though, I like the pace of life here where nothing is really THAT big of a deal that you can't put it off until later. I think everyone can benefit from a little less stress and Italy is teaching me that.
This weekend I am heading to Pienza, Montepulciano and Sant'Antimo with the students and then hopefully to Munich on Saturday for the kickoff of Oktoberfest if we can get train tickets. Yeah!!!
Sorry the order of the pictures is totally messed up. They are impossible to wrangle.
Holy (literally) shit, Santa Croce! I know we explored the piazza and I have pictures of the facade, but do not remember the interior. I don't think I went in when I was there as a wee babe. Maybe it was under renovation. Anyhow, I MUST go. By the way, I love the word "reliquary." I want a reliquary set up for me after I go... on the beach, with skull and all. Do they make you wear a skirt when you enter these churches? I remember we had to wear them in Rome when we entered the Vatican and a few other huge basilica.
ReplyDeleteSo, the beginning of Oktoberfest, eh? Damn, they start early. Let's see if people start talking to you in German. Bet they will.
Once we get Joshie's computer back, I will be able to do the Skype chat stuff. I'm so happy we can text now. Almost like normal.
Love you my pet,
kj
Love your posts. Miss you tons. Muahzzzzzzzzzzzz
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Krit - I already have your Reliquary planned. It will have bits of animal hair, shells, and also some weird animal candles and a wind chime made out of Krystal bottles. You dont have to wear a skirt (which now kind of look like medical gowns) unless you are wearing a very short skirt, shorts or your shoulders aren't covered. Apparently, the Catholics are now accepting that women wear pants. Unfortunately, Oktoberfest isn't going to work out because we couldn't get train tickets (sold out). But perhaps I will go to Sienna or Pisa instead.
ReplyDeleteLedia - Miss you too my dear!
Kisses for everyone,
Lexie