Florence smells of fresh baked bread, cigarettes, expensive cologne, and occasionally dog poop. The colors give me the most infectious smile as do the brick ceiling and tile floors in our apartment. The pasta melts in my mouth and the wine and apértif's have me skipping down the street on a nightly basis. I pass Santa Croce every morning on my way to class and see the top of the duomo every time I look up, but it's hard not to look around and wish you were here too.
I am tired of my heart weighing me down when I feel as though I should have nothing to complain about. Your birthday is in 5 days and I have been formulating a text to send you since I've arrived. Something along the lines of "happy birthday! I hope you feel loved today" feels appropriate. I mean, what am I supposed to say? "Im tired of this come hold me?"
On the other hand, I have been going out, flirting, and dancing with whomever I want to dance with and kissing whomever I want to kiss. Asshole film majors, fake Italian bar tenders with tongue piercings, gay men with the last name of Ferrari, roommates, and dear friends. When I walk two streets down from my apartment and take a right, I find myself at a market with some of the most flavorful fruit and porchetta I've ever had the pleasure of putting in my mouth. I make breakfast with friends, eat entire pizza's on the regular (really! I don't even save a bite), buy myself the most beautiful lingerie, and eat gelato almost everyday. These are my last few weeks of 19 and I will spend them like so.
Where you can find me when I'm not studying:
La Menagere: La Menagere is a flower and decor shop, bar, restaurant, and cafe. The place of my dreams! I have never felt so at home in a public place. Head to the back and walk down the stairs to find live music, dancing, and a secret bar. The Beatles cover band on Tuesday is my absolute favorite night to be there.
Trattoria ZaZa: Out of any restaurant in the world, Trattoria Zaza is my number #1 recommendation. Three words- Gorgonzola. Truffle. Gnocchi.
Pino's Sandwich's: More so where you can find me in between classes. I think I had a panino from Pino's everyday while I was abroad and I wouldn't have had it any other way.
La Carraia: This ice cream shop in Santa Croce is where I learned the bulk of my Italian! If you'd like some extra knowledge on Italian ice cream flavors I am your girl (but please keep the conversation in the dairy aisle)