Saw the real David and leaned with the Pisa
09.11.2013 - 10.11.2013
Ahh Firenze. Next to Pompeii, I would have to say this is one of the raunchiest Italian cities I have been to. (The Italians seemed to have a lot fun with making souvenirs based off of the David.) It was pretty cool to see the real and fake David, do some leather shopping (I purchased a brand new black belt of authentic leather that I’m excited to wear!), take pictures with the famous Pig, and of course, have a diva photo-shoot on what is probably the most scenic bridge I have seen in Italy with two of my fellow JFRC pals! Florence was a city where it seemed whichever street we walked, we always encountered flawless beauty-whether it was scenic or just architecture.
As beautiful as it was, however, I found Florence to be comparable to the nit-picks of Rome that I am not a fan of. 1-Pushy street vendors all up in your face. Yo, if I like something you’re selling and you get all up in ma’ grill I’m not going to buy it. Sucks to suck. And 2-While I love being Indian/Brown and all, I strongly dislike the confidence these Indian men have when they see tourists. While I probably am the most obvious tourist in the EU and I have an extremely above-average tolerance for people, my feistiness can and has come out in these prime time situations. (Okay fine, you can laugh now but it is true!)
My hostel experience in Florence was the most interesting and probably the shadiest that I have ever stayed in. It was called Dance Hostel Dance-don’t worry the title is very misleading. (But I’ll leave it to you readers out there to interpret it how you want LOL.) My friend Vaiva and I approached this old building that required a buzzer to enter the hostel. While we were trying to figure out how to get in, a man came out to greet us and told us to follow him inside once we told him the name of the hostel we were staying in. Just as featured in the YouTube clip “Shit Brown Girls Say”- this hostel was SHAADY. But it gets better, the hostel itself was just an apartment rented out and the rooms had stacked bunk beds and Wallah!-It was a hostel. Okay so maybe my descriptions don’t convince you, but in all honesty it was sketch. Other than that, the location was prime! About a five minute walk to the train station and central to the leather markets and such.
Oh and I brushed my teeth with a complete stranger. It was almost magical, a nice bond of some sort, as if for a second we understood each other. The hostel life didn’t choose me, I chose it. Well, it’s all about that college student study-abroad experience! Dance Hostel Dance yo.
But the weekend wasn’t just in Florence-we made a stop to Pisa before our journey to Home Sweet Rome! This small town was nice and quaint. It was the type of town you would expect from coming to Italy, narrow streets, old architecture, musicians playing in the piazzas, and of course, absolutely beautiful scenery. I wish I could write more about Pisa, but in all honesty we were in town for an hour and a half; we basically only went see the tower and take those notorious pictures you see on the internet. Might I say, it was soo worth it. I loved being a part of another photo-shoot and embracing my silliness. Also, the whole time I was there I kept saying “I can’t believe I’m at the Leaning Tower of Pisa. Holy Cow. Vaiva we’re here.” So there’s that too.