I arrived in Florence yesterday a sweaty, nasty, mess. It's really hot here, but it's no Cuba, so I'm doing OK. I just showed up at my apartment, and my roommates let me in despite being not aware that I was arriving. I have my own room with a long (yet narrow) balcony overlooking a very small piazza that's a 10-minute bus ride from the City Center. No air conditioning, but if I sleep with the French doors open, I get a nice cross-breeze (plus 5 new mosquito bites). My housemates (3) are from Japan, Austria, and Germany. They were very helpful to me, helping me get around the city and showing me where the school was.
The school seems nice enough. My class has about 15 students. No Americans, but everyone speaks English. Even the threee Spaniards perfer to speak English. The only one who doesn't is this poor, young Brasilian girl who doesn't know any Italian, no English, and only seems to understand a bit of my Spanish. Pretty little thing.
So, the drama of the day is that the big Italian sales, although in full force in Milan starting July 1, doesn't start here for 2 weeks. WTF?
The duomo is the coolest looking church I've ever seen. Not the biggest, but it's green, pink, and white marble. It looks like the Italian Flag!
Today's flavor of gelato: pistaccio and hazlenut. Yum.
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I'm DYING without pictures.
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