A couchette on the night train direct to Florence was not as restful as I'd hoped. The 6-bed berth was full, three beds taken by 3 generations of a Vietnamese family. A girl around my age was taking her mum and daughter on a trip to Rome for a few days. She must have been a travel agent of some kind because she was keen to give me her email so that when I visit Vietnam, she can organise all the hotels and travelling. Thought her toddler was cute, she was lively and it became clear that a restful repose was not to be had at once. As well as this was the fear that I would sleep past my destination and end up in somewhere just as cool, but not intended.
But arrive in Florence I did, and might I say, gladly so! My friend Rachel has a beautiful apartment on Borgi Allegri street, close to one of the busiest, most beautiful town squares. She's also a superb chef and wine agent, the latter being proven by the triple-size balloons of delightful Rosso Italiano we imbibed. I'm seriously thinking about forgoing a few other countries to stay in Italy a bit - I know, they all [guidebooks, travellers, friends] said that would happen, but now I can see why. I went to the local markets to get something for tonight's dinner; as what not the case in Paris, everyone I dealt with happily spoke clearly and simply as I grappled with the vowels and inflections, and were most helpful when I made my selections. Honest warm and friendly, if the rest of Italy comes close, I'll be more than happy.
Hmmm, speaking of which...
3 comments:
Sounds gorgeous! Wish I was there!! Have I said that already??!
keep saying it, that's what i love to see ;-)
I want to be there....I hate cold, rainy, miserable Wellie at the moment! B
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