It’s the city I was most excited to visit and pretty much as soon as I arrived, it was my favourite. I smiled for no particular reason while strolling through the walkable city. The tell-tale sign for me that I really love a place: leaving with a longing to return.
I arrived on Italy’s Liberation day to find a gathering of people who were enjoying a meal together. They were listening to speakers come on a rainbow-flag donned stage to talk about important issues (like freeing Palestine and fascism, for example). Already loved it, and these signs of consciousness didn’t end here.
Four days here wasn’t enough for me. There were so many incredible things I got to see and do, from a cooking class, to visiting renowned art museums and enjoying the delicious food that was everywhere. The impressive architecture, sometimes in pink, green and white marble, is a reason to visit on its own.
Learning more about the Medici’s and what they did, not only for Florence, but for the Renaissance too, was fascinating. A city that invested in art and science- sounds exactly like my kind of place. Late-night strolling takes you through the cobbled streets with the sound of the violin luring you around every corner. The beauty of the city lit up by the moon was one of the highlights of my trip.
The men in Firenze seemed a lot more forward and expressive, but not once did it come across in a crude or unwelcome way. There seemed to be a light-heartedness to the city and I found humor in the smallest things.
Florence: where you feel genuinely happy and confident. So confident, that it was the first time I started speaking in Italian-only when I went into the markets. It all started with ordering a coffee, which is more of a process than one might imagine in Italy. It’s a feeling you want to bottle up and take with you, if you unfortunately have to leave, like I did.
On my final day, I decided to extend my trip by the maximum amount of hours that my train ticket allowed me to. En route to the train station, the wheels on my bag broke off (which prompted a dramatic struggle and eventual dragging). If I believed more in signs, it’d have been one for me to stay, like I really wanted to deep down.