Every since arriving in Italy I've felt a little burnt out. There was the luggage fiasco, the long walks in warmer weather, and just an odd malaise. It's been great having Anthonette touring with me. It's given me a bit of time to relax a little. Though I must admit that I've let my guard down a bit and I've lost some focus. I've been trying to sort out some issues of the past while trying to figure out the future. (The switch hasn't seemed to have flipped quite yet)
Yesterday morning I was so twisted up inside I pretty much made us miss the train to Firenze (it's easy to exchange tickets though there's a 3 Euro fee). I thought a fruit cup would cheer me up but even that turned out crumby. I did enjoy catching up on the beginning of the third season of Battlestar Galactica on the train. Great show.
Once we checked into Camp Michelangelo in Florence (after a harrowing bus ride around the city), I took a much needed nap. I woke up feeling much better, albeit very hungry. We watched a bit of the sunset from Piazzela Michelangelo up the street before heading into town to track down Tratorria Anita. I had a feast, courtesy of my buddy Phil. We had a bunch of laughs and I was in the mood to sing silly songs as we walked from piazza to piazza. We came upon Piazzadella Signoria and listened to a band while checking out Neptune's Fountain and the spot of the Bonfire of the Vanities, the burning of works of art in 1497.
I was feeling a little more invigorated again. My focus was coming back. Today I remembered that my life is in my own hands, I can direct it anywhere I'd like, do practically anything I want. As a follower of the world spirit, I want to inspire, educate, and help my fellow man and I think I will receive the same in return.
-At Termini train station in Rome, there's a water shop that sells at least 41 different types of water.
-A lot of the toilets in Italy have crappy design (pun intended). In the States, I'm used to this nice pool of water that catches our waste and submerges the smell. In Italy, the pool of water is like two inches deep and positioned outside of the "target" area so to speak. This means, that not only is the waste not submerged but it also just smears up the inside of the bowl. Even though the flush is pretty strong, there's often residue. I've even been to hostels where there's a sign reminding you that there's a toilet brush to be used as a courtesy to others. Blech.
-Florence seems to have a lot more girls traveling in packs through it than the other places I've visited in Italy. Sweet.