I’m in Italy! I spent thirteen hours flying and nine hours time traveling, and now I am finally here. After checking my large piece of luggage, I spent my initial time at LAX being eyed suspiciously by everyone due to the rifle-sized guitar I was carrying around. I hadn’t even left LAX, however, when everything switched to German.
All those flight related announcements you can barely understand because of the muffled mic became messages I literally couldn’t understand because they were in muffled German. If only Ferris Buhler had taught me a bit more then Danka Shane…
I needed those German lessons again when I got to my second flight, where a charming young German man new enough English to ask me questions and exclaim “wow” whenever I paused to take a breath.
In my first flight, I did not need to know German, I just needed a few courses in contortionism. Anyone who has ever flown in economy class of a double decker plane understands why civilization had to first invent deodorant, then invent the commercial airliner.
Once finally in Florence, I took part in the most stereotypical taxi ride of my life. I was proud, though. I managed to communicate with my driver completely in Italian, and he managed to drive on the wrong side of the rode and on the curb in the same journey. All in all, everyone behaved impressively.
My hotel is pretty adorable. Its small, but very charming and comfortable. After getting clean and cute I rounded out the evening exploring the city, tyring to take it all in.
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