The first morning in Florence gave me flashbacks to home and the beautiful summer weather I had said goodbye to just a few months earlier. Feeling the aussie spirit I donned my aussie uniform (that’s shorts an a singlet to the rest of you) and made for a place I had marked as a must visit if I ever landed in Florence.
This was of course Giardini di Boboli. Suzy had actually planted the seed for this visit long ago thanks to a post she wrote about the gardens. I don’t know if it was just how she described them or not, but there was a definite desire to go and explore for myself.
Heading into the gardens I was shocked to have to put up 10 euro to enter. I actually paused at that moment and for a second wondered if I really wanted to set foot inside that bad. I was getting to the end of my tour in Europe and wanted my money to last as long as possible for London. This was just a garden after all, it couldn’t be worth that much money. Besides in this heat I could get a couple of beers to cool me down or almost a night’s stay in a hostel for that.
It was only after I reminded myself I came to explore Europe that I laid the money in the attendants hand and strolled off to spend the morning in the Boboli Gardens. I got lost among the green pathways, I people watched, I admired the views of Florence and by the time I walked out the gates a couple of hours later I had completely forgotten about the money spent.
It was at this time I scored my personal tour of Florence thanks to Suzy’s We Come To You Tour Group. I was collected from outside the gardens and off we went into the streets of Florence. First stop was a quaint little sandwich shop nestled into the wall of a building. Don’t ask me how to find it but damn if I ever go back I’m making Suzy give me directions to those cheap tasty sandwiches.
Food in hand we made our way past the Duomo. My only complaint (apart from it’s color) is that due to the piazza it’s located in, it is almost impossible to get a decent photo capturing it all.
From the Duomo I was navigated through the streets and up some never-ending stairs to Piazzale Michelangelo. I’ll admit the stairs were worth it in the end to get such a great view back at Florence.
By this stage it was time Suzy got her own things done and stopped playing babysitter to me. We made for our respective homes but not before I stopped to grab something I’d be dieing to get.
A few short hours later and I was back together with Suzy, as well as Annie and her boyfriend Lorenzo. This time we gathered at a little pizza restaurant and I ordered up the first of many pizzas I would consume while in Italy.
First impressions… well where do I start. Beautiful city, great friends and I was eating pizza IN Italy. I’d say a big thumbs up wouldn’t you??