Act 2, Scene 21
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Up early, we parted with Cortona.
As tradition held, we somehow ended up on the wrong bus and had to walk
to the train station from down the road but we made it to the train on
time. We were headed to Venezia (Venice) a day early to meet with Heather's
friend Jenny and decided to swing through Firenze (Florence) to give Lena a tour. "The thrill is gone. The
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Firenze just isnt that
big a town and I felt like wed seen it all. I also felt like there
was no way we could top the nights wed had there before. But more
than anything the not-so-sweet sorrow of having to part from this country
weighed heavily on my soul. Lena was suitably impressed with Firenze, however, and her joy was contagious. |
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We showed her the sights and
saved the best for last, a return trip to Vivoli that I didn't expect to
get! We trekked across town, turned down Stinche street and suddenly I'm
stunned. Lena and Heather kept walking, failing to notice the front door
with the sign "Closed for vacation," in Italianio of course. They turned around to see my long face and realized why. We sulked back across town in search of something to make us forget. A sad, second-rate gelato didnt even come close to making up for it. As further torture, we stayed at the same hotel Heather and I had stayed at our first weekend in Firenze. We gazed out the window with fond memories but Lenas presence prevented any replay of the passionate scenes. Someone a little less pure probably wouldnt have stopped us, but Lena is like family, the sister I never had. |
Most folks know Santa Maria Novella because the train station is right behind it and it's surrounded by bars full of English speaking staff. |
Another of the antique photos of Firenze I found in a flea market in the States. This is the courtyard of the Bargello, a marvelous palace-turned-museum housing tons of glorious sculpture. |
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Babbling with Lena on the train
headed north, I discussed my plans for the grand finale of the trip. "So what are you going to do in Amsterdam?" she asked. "Get stoned and pay for sex." "No!" "Yep." "No!" "Ha ha... yes!" I giggled. "Why?" "Because I can! Besides, what else is there to do in Amsterdam?" "Walk around and enjoy the beautiful city!" I burst out in hysterics. Lena's not truly degenerate but at least she's tolerant of those of us who are. I was determined to corrupt her bit by bit. |
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