I am in love with bridges. I love the way they look, I love walking over them. I have several bookmarks of bridges I am dying to visit on my computer.
Once I had my airfare figured out for this trip and discovered I would be flying home from Milan, the first thing I did was check and see if a trip to Florence to see if Ponte Vecchio was feasible. It was! I am going to see Ponte Vecchio!
The train from Venice to Florence was one of those where you are forced to sit facing someone. The couple across from me were actually in the wrong car. They belonged in first class. When they were told this by the attendant, they opted to stay in their seats, across from me, facing me. MOVE GOD DAMMIT. YOU BELONG IN FIRST CLASS. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?
I arrive in Florence in the evening. I am staying at Hotel Bellavista, located right near the train station. I always prefer being in walking distance of the train station so that I don’t risk being late and missing my train when it’s time to leave. I of course get lost, because this is what I do. This time it was because my map showed that if I were to make a right at the McDonalds, the street my hotel was on would be right there. Turns out it was, but I was making a right at the McDonalds near the train station exit and my map was referencing one right outside the train station. Who needs all these freaking McDonalds? We aren’t in America for crissakes.