This afternoon after my marvelous trip to the Palazzo Pitti--commentary to follow-- a large group of students in my program took the bus up to nearby Fiesole. It was the best 1.20 euro I think I have spent so far, (besides on the fruit, especially my beloved arancia rosso, "red oranges"). We watched a spectacular sunset and went for long, hilly walks. I drank too much vino at dinner, so I decided to call it an early night after we took the bus back to Firenze. After scaling the stairs, scale, a much easier task after a few weeks of training, I discovered my host family was entertaining company including three young children, all less than five years old. They are cute and have blond curly hair, "like little angels," as my host commented. Anyway, the angelic children tried to speak to me, but given my wine buzz and my language deficiencies, which have been particularly frustrating today, I just smiled, said "ciao" numerous times, and thought of my own towheaded niece and nephew.
There is so much to say about this journey so far and I hope I can start articulating some of it, here and elsewhere. Tour guides and professors keep using the word "impressive" and I hope they are right. I hope I am being imprinted, embossed, or [in the inclusive sense] sculpted by all this.
The bambini are crying now. They don't want to leave but they must. It is bedtime and they will go back to sleep in their cribs and participate in necessary angelic duties. I will go to sleep as well and wake up to another unbelievably blessed day in this marvelous and impressive place.
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