Florence (Firenze)

In Florence I hit the wall. It wasn't Florence's fault. It's a beautiful city; I am just tired. I don't care if I ever see another church again, and it's a shame because Florence has the Duomo. There only so much fabulous-ness I can take. I toured Florence faithfully - Pilazzo Vecchio, the Old Bridge, the Duomo, of course.

Michelangelo's David is supposed to be here too. I walked by the museum where he's kept and the long line of people and was glad I don't have to stand in it. Florence is also known for it's gold and leather so I went shopping a bit too. The prices were probably good but there's nothing a really need. I did buy a pair of white gold earrings though. I am really missing home. I'm tired of traveling, of pillows as flat as pancakes, of street vendors yelling, "best price for you!", of checking in and out of hotels, little tiny-weeny glasses of water, and the flippin' bus! Everyone in Europe seems to have a dog and I am missing Trudy. I know mom's taking good care of her though. I have great cities yet to visit so I am going to pull myself together and keep marching along!