Swompdonkey

Last night, we went out on the town in Florence. Although a lovely city, the place is not known for its nightlife, from what I can tell. Still, fortified with a couple of bottles of wine a few shots of Absynth with melted sugar (55% alcohol and a kick like an angry mule), Emily, James, and David set off to see what was going on. We ended up in a little bar just down the way from the hotel Bellavista, which, true to its name, has a great view of the hills surrounding Florence. Since I was already gassed on wine --and as I figured out later, allergy medication-- I nursed my beer and chatted with my companions.

A few minutes after we arrived, Katie, Meagan, and Lindsay arrived. They were three american girls accompanied by some local Italian. We kinda naturally gravitated toward them as the only other english speakers in the bar and by the end of the night we had made boozy plans to all come to Siena this morning. As it turned out, David decided to head to Cinque Terre, but the rest of us jumped on a slow train and ended up spending the afternoon picnicking in the Piazza Campofiori and feasting on italian bread, sausages, cheese, sundried tomatoes and olives (with the obligatory bottle of chianti of course). Since the american girls were heading on to Rome, we figured it was a good idea to nurse our hangovers in this beautiful town before they had to tackle the big city.

Lunch with four lovely ladies in a medieval piazza in the heart of Tuscany... I must have done something good in a past life!;-)