My travels didn’t go quite the way I expected.
That’s not to say I had a plan; I didn’t have a plan by any means, but I also didn’t go into it completely blind. I had a general, loose idea of what I would do and a secret hope of how things would go. When I left LA, I only knew the plan for the first two months of my adventure, which was the starting point where I was comfortable and knew it would be a good transition to the next place on my list. I would come to Florence to be an au pair for the summer for the family I had lived with two years before for a short time. Then, my idea was to jet off to Spain to get drunk off of sweet Sangria, free tapas, and my Flamenco instructor-turned-Latin lover’s intoxicating smell. What I imagine to be euphoria. That was my idea. After that, maybe head to South Korea and save some cash before my next adventure and going somewhere else relaxing. But somehow, (I say ‘somehow’ like I didn’t know how it happened), I ended up staying in Florence and never actually looked up plane tickets to Spain. So what happened? I still don’t know how to explain it, but something told me this was my place. My soul was here before, and Florence had been calling me back for two years until I finally gave in and following the voice of destiny. Ok, that might be a little cheesy, but I really don’t know how else to explain it. Oh, and then there’s the love story behind all this. By love story, I mean both with the city, and an actual love story, but that’s a post for another day.
So, here I am, in Florence where my heart flies and my soul is happy. Today with the cheese, man. Sorry, caught the feels this morning. I just love this place so much. If you have been here, you can understand. There are so many things to do and see here, I haven’t even begun to scratch the surface. There are plenty of blogs about what to do in Florence, and what to see if you’re only here for a few days, but I’m not writing the usual travel blog here, if you haven’t noticed. I will, however, write about my personal favorite places, and hidden gems not commonly written about when talking about Florence. I like being different, even at least a little bit. More to come.