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So far the local Information
Office has consistently misinformed us but I put my trust in them, hesitantly,
one last time and got them to make reservations for us in Firenze (Florence.)
I hoped their record didnt hold true. We'd been warned that Firenze
is a dangerous place, but they'd said the same of Roma and we never
saw anything more criminal than frequent litterbugs. But the program has
scheduled the usual afternoon sprint through the city, leaving no time
to actually see anything, so we planned to stay overnight and catch the
train back the next day. After some of the other students heard of our
plan they decided it was a great idea and several folks made arrangements
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The bus pulled into Firenze
a bit after 8 AM and we headed straight for the Uffizi Museum. Our guides warned us repeatedly
about the pickpockets and gypsies in Firenze. |
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"Travel is fatal to prejudice,
bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely
on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things
cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all
one's life." Larry obviously did not share
Mr. Twains view. |
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I was hardly awake yet when
we reached the Uffizi before 9 AM, only to find the line a block long.
We stood in line for 45 minutes. For the Uffizi that's not bad, I discovered,
as some people didn't hurry and ended up waiting two hours. (These days
you can make reservations in advance and I recommend it. The line can
sometimes require a 4 hour wait.) Afterwards we saw several impressive/important churches and works of art all over town. Firenze is a small town compared to the weight the name carries. You could see the whole place in two days and not get tired. You could walk across the whole town in under half an hour. But every building, every piazza, begs for attention. You stop and gawk at every intersection, stare in marvel at rustic stone façades, heart bursting at every view.
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We checked into our hotel,
mildly surprised that the Cortona Information Office had gotten the reservations
right. Wed located Hotel Visconti through Lets Go: |
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We tracked down our newfound
friends in the program who had skipped the ride home to stay the night,
but they looked beat. They hadn't opted for a siesta and instead had walked
the lovely streets of Firenze all day in the blazing sun. They were too
pooped to party so they were catching the next train home. We got the
names of clubs and restaurants they had found in guidebooks and set off
in search of the best gelato in Italia, rumored to be at Vivoli Gelateria. |
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Heather was turning heads as
we searched for a club recommended by Let's Go Tobasco, a gay club
in some tiny piazza with a name we struggled to pronounce. We asked locals where the piazza was with no luck. An hour of searching mixed with complete misdirection by the locals produced enough frustration to forgo any embarrassment and we started asking where the nearest gay club was. A group of men tried to convince Heather not to go to a gay club by groping her themselves. Other attempts generated lots of funny looks and shrugs, and another half hour of misdirection and wandering around. We even tried following men we thought looked gay and were headed to a club. Unfortunately the way Italina males dress, it's tricky to pick the straight from the not-so-straight, and just about everyone looks like they're on they're way to a club. Fortunately the people-watching in Firenze is excellent so we were pleasantly distracted most of the time. We asked a cashier and received yet another blank stare when a customer turned and asked where we were headed. It turns out Tommy, the customer, was headed there himself and offered to guide us. Tommy led us through a piazza we'd already traversed a hundred times to a 3 wide alley we'd somehow missed. That dead-ended in another ally, around a dumpster to a dark, urine-smelling corner with a tiny metal door. If you looked close you could find the little brass plate in the door engraved "Gay Club - Tobasco." We giggled, "No fuckin' wonder we couldn't find the place." |
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Tommy knocked and the door opened to a set of stairs leading down into
a dark basement packed with men, flashing lights, clinking glasses and
cigarette smoke. Firenze was still hopping and
we ogled a few more flashes of flesh on our way back to the hotel. |
Dancing, dancing, dancing |
Devos Girl U Want says
it well, in an odd way: She swings from somewhere that you can't see She sits in the top of the greenest tree She sends out an aroma of undefined love That drips on down in a mist from above She's just the girl She's just the girl The girl you want She's just the girl She's just the girl The girl you want You here her callin' every where you turn You know you're headin' for the pleasure burn But the words get stuck on the tip of your tongue She's the real thing but you knew it all along She's just the girl She's just the girl The girl you want She's just the girl She's just the girl The girl you want Look at you with your mouth watering Look at you with your mind spinning Why don't we just admit it's all over She's just the girl you want She's just the girl She's just the girl The girl you want She's just the girl She's just the girl The girl you want |
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