I could live here forever or go home and never come back. I don't care at all right now.
We are all pretty done traveling and ready to come home and get back to what we do, how we eat, who our friends are, etc. The kids are spent and Ezra has declared his mouth so tired of Italian food to the point that it will really only accept gelato. Itzel has taken to pooping like 16 times a day and is ready for some vegetables and fiber already.
We've been in Florence the last day and a half and in a sweet location right next to the Duomo which is incredibly central and you can walk to everything. Despite the hotel's mild scruffiness, due mostly to a need of renovation and its charming nod to the old days by having ashtrays in all the rooms, and maybe because the night staff is always feasting on greasy takeout. But whatev. Its nice and we are sitting in the lounge chatting with a mother and daughter visiting from Argentina.
We are trying to figure of just where in this city the statue of David is hiding (I'll be looking that little piece of info up when I get done here) and we are so deep-tired and out of sorts now that we left the huge deal Uffizi until tomorrow and have just now read that, Duh! Its closed on Mondays. However, we have seen the statue of the wild boar, and we rubbed his nose, which ensures our return to Florence, so... thank goodness for that.
Tomorrow, we are tying up loose ends, returning to Pontessieve to give the borrowed GPS back to our lovely friends Agnese and Samuele, shopping (I hope) and changing hotels one last time in Florence. We are moving to a sweet hotel a block and a half from here and right across from a shoe store that looks super great, so I still have high boot hopes.
OK. Kids are down finally and I have a few minutes to catch up with Josh and have a few sips of Nastro Azzurro, which is known as the Budweiser of Italy - the name actually means "Nasty Donkey Balls," but despite that it's pretty good.
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