Florence

Some may say that a weekend is not enough time to do a proper trip to Florence. And they would be right. However, we did make the most of the time afforded to us. Friday morning we hopped a train to Florence, trekked to the hostel where I immediately perjured myself to the man at the front desk (so I gave him a fake passport number-- who knew you'd need a passport to check in?), and hit the city. As it turns out, Florence is a hotbed for great restaurants that take our meal vouchers. Risotto, lasagne, penne all'arribiata, and molto molto molto tiramisu. Eating for free has never been better (well, kind of free).

I was also able to meet up with a friend from BC studying in Florence, managed to squeeze in a spot of shopping (I always do...), and she took us dancing. The ladies in our group found the men of Florence mullishly indifferent to our indifference. However we never lost the upper hand-- We developed a dance move called the Heisman. I believe the mental image negates the need to explain the movement involved.

Although its been a few weeks and the details are a bit unclear now, I must backtrack to make one confession. I met someone in Florence. And I know it's a bit sudden, but I think I love him. His name is David. He's very tall, and though he looks young and sprightly, he's a BIT older than me. Oh, and he prefers to go au naturale.

Yes, I am a nut. But let's be real. The David. The David. The David. I could say it a hundred times with different inflections, each denoting a different facet of my awe at this statue, this creation, and I still wouldn't have fully expressed my feelings toward this man. His stark figure stood in isolated perfection at the end of a hall, flooded in light from the dome above. I wish I could have sat there all day. Unwilling to leave without snapping a picture, I whipped out my contraband camera and snapped a few from my hip without looking. Check them out, they are truly awesome. A moment later, I could hear a guard yell "NO PHOTO" to a pour woman, gaping in equal amazement at my man. That'll teach her for leering at my boyfriend.