Colossus and Florence
We arrived in Florence, and the first thing I felt was a rain drop.
A beautiful, glorious, and wonderful rain drop.
I LOVE the rain so the fact that it was drizzling and not 1000 degrees made me elated.
We got to our hotel “Florence Youth Hostel” and stood outside for 10 minutes trying to get in.
We were causing quite the scene, not just because we were yelling at a window trying to get in, but because people began staring at Colossus.
What is Colossus?
Colossus is my demon of a suitcase who has caused me so much pain on this trip.
He is maroon, and can hold basically every article of clothing I own.
When Colossus was first seen in London the man carrying him up said, “Now who is the naughty one?”
Colossus also caused me discomfort on and off the train, and when we checked into our hotels.
There was no elevator at our Paris or Florence hotel.
In Paris we were on the 4 floor, and in Florence, we had to carry Colossus up 3 flights of stairs.
We skipped around Florence and hit up the best of the best.
Stopped in Santo Spririto for lunch, then visited the Ponte Vecchio, Duomo, my old school in Piazza Della Repubblica, my old apartment and my old stomping grounds.
We later went to the best meal of our lives at La Giostra (it’s actually life changing), then made our way to Kikuya for Dragoons which equal death.
We met up with Juliana and took the Red Garter by storm.
The next day we visited the Mall, which when I visited last summer had the best experience.
This time, not so much.
It was overflowing with tour groups and did not have that much merchandise.
And that was Firenze.
Oh, I forgot to mention I discovered a shop completely dedicated to Alpaca’s.