Having my parents visit me here in Italy has filled me with more joy than I can even say. After a worrying delay during the “storm” in Newark, my parents arrived mid-afternoon on Friday. I say “storm” in a sarcastic and contemptuous tone because, as a Rochestarian, snow doesn’t count if you can see the road in front of you; what you call a blizzard I call your average Thursday. End of condescending rant.
Il Duomo- the Cattedrale de Santa Maria del Fiore |
First Stop: Food. |
Gorgeous canal we stumbled on happened to be Ponte Vecchio |
Anyways, we couldn’t stop comparing Florence to Disney World.
My parents… awwwww |
I know that some may find history or sightseeing dull, but thinking about what has happened in a given location throughout time absolutely fascinates me.
As my parents and I stood in line waiting to enter the Galleria dell’ Academia, my parents decided that they’re moving here, that they were so happy and content that they could return to the States now and be done, and that they were never leaving. I don’t know that any of this is true, but it made me so happy! I’m excited for all of our travels and I loved Florence, but I think it excites me more that two of my most important people are able to have this experience.
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