Last day in italia!

Hello hello!

Today was my last day in Italy and I think I spent it well, if I do say so myself. However, the day got off to a rocky start, I endeavored to chase away my morning nausea with breakfast, so I bought a shiny, brioche-esque roll at a nearby bakery. After biting into it I was unpleasantly surprised to taste a dense, sweet raisin bread with ROSEMARY in it. Not helpful as far as nausea is concerned.

After I recovered I decided it was time to head to the indoor market. Like most markets it was a bustling Mecca of sensory overload but honestly, it fell a bit short in comparison to Valencia. The fish looked slightly anemic but the meat selection appeared quite tasty. I was so distracted by the hubbub of sights and smells that I very nearly forgot to run to the uffizi gallery for my reservation slot.

The Uffizi was without a doubt the single best thing I did in Florence. I spent a total of three hours in there looking at hellenistic marble statues and breathtaking oil paintings. The statues were remarkably anatomically correct for a time when “humors” were considered the central tenet of medical science. You can get lost wandering the galleries, which are helpfully organized by theme. Michelangelo’s drawings, Caravaggio’s Medusa, Botticelli’s primavera, a charcoal drawing of the lamentation of Christ, and a statue of Venus were among the best things I saw. These all made up for the stench of tourists that lingered in the large halls’ unconditioned air.

To close out my last day I took myself to a trattoria. Alone. *gasp* Id never done it before but I think it’s a good rite of passage for adults. I twirled my carbonara around my fork, let the waiter pick my wine for me, and tried not to eavesdrop on the conversation of the American family next to me. I felt like they were judging me for eating alone, but they very kindly protected my bag when I left the restaurant without it and had to come running back. Afterwards I enjoyed a small gelato by the bridge and watched the sunset. The utter freedom of being an adult is beautiful, lonely, and complicated. But it’s all a little sweeter when you have some gelato along with it :)

(I made some friends last night too!)Okumaya devam et