Florence. It's full of culture and history. It's full of art and amazing food. But it's just blah. Neither of us felt the love from this city. We did the touristy thing, we tied to do the local thing, but as hard as we tried there was not much love between us and this Italian gem. Not taking anything away from the city. David was simply breathtaking. The Duomo was grand. The artwork and sculptures were mind blowing. But it just didn't appeal to us. Sorry Florence.
This is still my favourite photo of the trip. |
San Gimagno is the gorgeous mountain top town you see in the photos above and below. It is simply lovely. Still feels like the Italy of old and has the most delicious panini's one could ever hope for. Served by the gruffest old Italian man who speaks no English and delivers some potent wine. It is so Italian it feels like it isn't real.
To get to San Gimagno is another story all together. The first day we decided to go we took a bus that we assumed went there, but as the 40th school student got on the bus and the further we climbed into the mountains we began to question ourselves. When the bus driver dropped us off in the middle of the Italian countryside, with no town in site and certainly no gruff Italian man serving delicious paninis, we realised we were in the wrong location. After eventually waving down the last bus of the day we made it back to Florence to attempt tomorrow.
Thank fully we made it! Yay! Panini! Getting home was an even big laugh. If you weren't us. Again we jumped on the wrong bus only to realise halfway to the middle of bumfucksville, in which we immediately disembarked the vehicle and ran all 6km back to the train station. Ah travelling. Buses are not our friend.