My destination was the Ponte Vecchio Bridge. The sun had just risen by the time I got there, and was reflecting, along with the lines of architecture, in the most amazing way. All I could think was that I am living in a movie.
After taking my photos I came back to a café I had passed on the way and made a mental note to come back to called La Borsa. I had my cappuccino, read my student newspaper, and relaxed. I think it is very nice here that something as common as getting an espresso is still considered a meal, and therefore respected as a leisure activity. No one will ever bring you a check unless you ask, and when you’re finally finished, you initiate the conclusion to your meal.
Another thought.
Never since I’ve been here have I heard a request for a “venti nonfat sugarfree vanilla iced coffee with room for cream”, or anything else of the sort. Here it is: “cappuccino”, or “espresso”.
Simplicity at its best.
As I walk back to my apartment, I heard my name being called and ran into a couple friends from Laurent’s UW group that I had been with the other night. Even in Florence it’s a small world. They invited me to go to Barcelona with them next weekend, which I’ll have to think long and hard about (not).
Life is perfect.
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