- So, back to Italy
- Thoughts on packing
- Saying hello to a new city
- The most dangerous store in Milan
- In which I eat all the food
- Searching for the tourists
- So Bloody Cultured
- You remind me of the babe
- Bad Decisions and Big Adventures
- The greatest road … in the world
- Kinda pretty n stuff
- So. Many. Germans.
- Via Ferrata tips and thoughts
- Via Ferrawesome
- I bet Disney can be fun too
- Bumming around Firenze
- The end of the affair
I’ll save fabricated emotional rambling for my 8 hour layover in schiphol tomorrow.
Today was another day without a plan. I hit the central market one last time, to get a few more gifts, plus fruit and supplies for one more sandwich.
It was really toasty in Florence today, so after a bit of aimless wandering, I hopped the bus up to Settignano, then hiked over to Fiesole. I’ve never done the hike that direction before, and found the actual hiking trail for the first time – in the past, I’ve just walked on the road. The trail is a real ankle-beater, with lots of awkward rocks and angles. But it has some seriously nice views and very Tuscan, so I’ll take the tradeoff.
As I entered Fiesole, I stopped to assemble my sandwich – some salame tuscano, pecorino fresco, tomato, basil, focaccia. Delicious. Or, it would have been, had a gust of wind not sent it all onto the ground.
Plan B – lunch in Fiesole. Nice enough.
Fiesole is basically closed on Mondays, but I wandered up to San Francesco, which has some great views, and is a gorgeous little place on its own as well. There’s a little path in back which wanders down the hill, with great tree cover. Stopped there to read and zone out for a while.
Eventually caught the bus back down to Florence, did a few final bits of shopping, and grabbed dinner at Trattoria Nella – Melanzane alla griglia, Gnocchi al gorgonzola, Tegamino di trippa alla Fiorentina. Yum.
A final gelato, and we’re up to the moment. Procrastinating packing. The usual.
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That last meal in Firenze sounds wonderful. We never made it to Fiesole — some day. I loved riding the #10 bus to and from Settignano and doing the people watching. I’ll never forget how astonished I was to observe the facial characteristics of people on the bus that I’d just seen in paintings by Botticelli.