So here I am. My last couple hours in Florence before I head to Paris then into Amsterdam to catch my flight home on the 31st. I will be in Paris for just under 24 hours an have on thing on that is a must on my agenda: To see one of my amazing friend, the dear and beautiful Cara Hrdlitschka, dance at Moulin Rouge! She has been there for a few months and has the year ahead of her, representing one of two (I think!) Canadians ever to have danced there. What a woman, what an accomplishment. Talking about living out your dreams. I am so thrilled I am able to stop of on my way home and see her. I also haven’t seen any friends from home in over a month so that makes it even more exciting! I simply cannot believe my time in Florence has come to an end. My roommate, from this past month, and I shared a hotel room last night and she left at 3:30am today to begin her travels back to where she lives on Boston. There were most definitely years at 3am as she was leaving. It’s amazing the bound you can seal over a month. Both her and my other roomie have made such a lasting impression. I will never forget these girls as can only hope this is not the last time I see them. My mom has personally invited both of them to stay at the house so they have no excuses 😉
Next? I have a half hour or so to kill before I hope in a taxi and head to the airport en route to Paris, and Cara! I am currently sitting in the courtyard/pool area of the hotel, passing time and working on this blog post ( I will most likely wait till later to upload it, as it’s easier as I can add pictures better from the computer). This hotel has been a sanctuary at the end of a long month. The pool was SO needed as it has been blistering, above 35 most days. Something Vancouverites are not exactly used too. Talk about melting! Paris is suppose to be a little cooler, that will be ever so welcomed.
All of a sudden hearing Michael Buble then Flo Rida are in the background makes me miss home…ok not miss, just think of. I have really enjoyed my time away from North American music and TV. Both of which I have listened or watched none of. And I have been just fine with it. I don’t think we realize how pointless, mindless and energy sucking TV is until we step away from it. And I mean really step away. Not just a weekend at the cottage or something. Since last, I have no arrived at the Florence airport, Peretola. Since taking my ‘Lifestyles in Renaissance Florence’ called I could now tell you all about why it is name that. I won’t bore you. Alllllllll of you reading this – ha ha. My cab right to the airport was nothing special but much faster then the 50-60 minutes I’m used to back home. Only 10 minutes or so. I got a little emotional on the rode and had to quickly put on my sunglasses.
This past month has just flown by and I simply can’t believe it. Feels like just a week or two ago I was lugging my bag through the streets of Florence trying to find me way to the housing check-in. Upon leaving, I I really felt like I knew my way around. I was familiar (some what!) what he streets and their names and we has our favorite restaurants and cafes. Boy, I will miss them! I was about to go for a snack at the cafe across from our old apartment, our brunch go-to, but forgot it was Sunday and therefore a lot was closed. Hardly got to say goodbye to the folks that kept pizza for us and made perfect espressos for my morning pick-me-up. They will not be forgotten easily. Instead I went back to Obika Mozzarella bar where Ruby (AKA Johanna, one of my roomies) had dinner last night. For those of you who have not been plaques with my twitter and instagram photos of my lunch, I will put together a post about one of the best and most delicious lunches, and dinners, I have ever had. My love for mozzarella, more specifically buffalo mozzarella, has only grown. Thank god we can get the stuff back home. Just not nearly as old and fresh…obviously. T-minus 5 minutes until boarding. Tis very exciting. Apparently people want to start lining up. This looks like a good idea. I am channling my father, and his travel knowledge he has passed down.
A canceled flight out of Florence, a bus to Pisa, a rerouted plane, and missing Cara’s Moulin Rouge show later….. I am about to head for breakfast, then to the airport to GO HOME! The last 24 hours have been one of the crazies travel experiences ever. Frustrating, funny, and tearjerking. Thats another post. Coming soon, stay tuned!