This was where I had wanted to be for YEARS. To soak up all the history, culture and language that Florence has to offer. To walk along narrow streets, along corridors of galleries, and sit in piazze. It has finally happened, but somehow the reality is not quite living up to the dream…
I’m afraid I have built it up in my head to the point my dream does not meet reality. Florence just feels like your average bustling tourist destination, and not at all special.
It’s just that I wanted Florence all to myself, and didn’t want to share it with the hordes of tourists who are here. I know that sounds stupid, as I am one of those very hordes. And to be honest, the dream did not include two children crying out for gelati every five minutes. To be fair to the little BGs, we are walking more and using less public transport, and it is quite warm- though the meltdown by the youngest BG in the middle of the Uffizzi will make the occasion a memorable one!
Another thing is we are comparing a lot of Florence with Rome. In Rome we were in a residential neighbourhod near the Vatican and away from the older part of the city. Here we’re close to Santa Maria Novella and the railway station and a restaurant which closes at 11.30. The windows are not double-glazed,so a lot of noise floats up from the street. The once-loved scooters are now much despised for their noise and I really can’t say too much about tourists who decide to come back to their hotels at 4am, laughing and calling out to each other, without using language quite unseemly for this blog. I’m not getting enough sleep and this has not improved my mood.
The water is hot but not much water pressure (Mr BG says it’s like being weed uponfrom a great height ) and the hairdryer doesn’t work. This caused some amount of grief I am ashamed to say, as it takes about an hour for my hair to fully dry, and this is one place where I want to look my best.
I’m just going to have to throw out all my preconceptions and start from scratch 🙂 .