Friday, May 20
Thank heavens for this little gift Italians call cappuccino! Now I'm not much of a coffee person by any means; back home I treat myself to Dunkin once a week, if anything, but here caffeine was my lifeline. Late nights, early mornings and the fact that my being on my feet felt like I was standing barefoot on stones, I needed a cup to keep me going.
The one thing you need paired with your morning coffee is the daily newspaper. Well, I found one, no doubt. And it was all in Italian.
The one thing you need paired with your morning coffee is the daily newspaper. Well, I found one, no doubt. And it was all in Italian.
Arrival in Florence
With bags packed, we said arrividercci to Hotel Centro in Rome and headed for the train station to embark on the next phase of our Italy trip: Florence. The high-speed train was very modern: comfortable seats, large windows, ample luggage space, tables, and power outlets under the armrest. Some people napped, others read a book, and some meandered around on their phones desperate for wifi connection to post their selfies on Snapchat. I, of course, began to write. This very entry that you're reading now as a matter of fact.