Here's where I tell you about the funny story about missing my train. This was material worthy of a movie. So we headed to the Roma train station with plenty of time to spare. What we didn't realize was the train station was essentially the size of a small airport. Well we still had time to spare, no worries, right? Wrong. Meg's ticket wouldn't print from the self-help machines. We tried to wait in line so she could talk to someone, but the line was rather long. Before we knew it we had ten minutes to find our train. The board said our train was on platform 2. Well we find platform two and the train looks like it's about to take off! Naturally Alanna and I start banging on the doors. The conductor, laughing at us frazzled Americans, opened the door and spoke with us. We frantically said, "Firenze right??? This train is going to Firenze???" His reply?
"Ah...no."
He looked at our tickets and imagine our surprise when he told us we needed Platform 2 West...not Platform 2 East. WHAT TRAIN STATION HAS MORE THAN ONE PLATFORM TWO? Not cool, Roma. Not cool. So he takes us through these back alley paths and shows us the direction. We sprint, and I mean sprint to our platform. Like suitcases flying, backpacks swaying, sweat pouring down our faces, sprint.
So what happened when we finally reached the platform? Silence. Absolute and utter silence. I half expected a Wild Wild West brush to fly by. So we took a breather and decided on our next course of action.
We found the ticket office and run up, again franticly, to the man at the desk. We were talking a mile a minute: we missed our train we missed our train!! Is there another?? Do we have to pay?? What do we dooooo?
Well much to our surprise he laughed at us and informed us we had an all day ticket. We could literally hop on any train that day. No wonder why the train ticket didn't have a time...Alas we had a good laugh about it and within the next hour and a half we were on our way to Firenze.
By the time we got to Florence and found our hostel, it was early evening. Our hostel was close to everything and was really nice (although we had to share the room with four other people which I could have done without). Walking around Florence at night was something I could never tire of. Unfortunately my camera does not take great shots at night but I managed to snap this beauty:
This guy was an amazing guitarist. He was playing all the classics, from the Eagles to Pink Floyd to Nirvana. We sat and watched him for a while.
CAN WE TAKE A SECOND TO VIEW THIS MAGNIFICENT PHOTO? I'm quite proud of this one if you couldn't tell.
While walking around Firenze we snagged some cool photos of street art
It's not difficult to tell this was my favorite. Kudos to whomever added the 3/4. If you don't catch the reference, we can't be friends.
The next day consisted of more walking around and exploring the city. We set our sights on the Duomo whose name is actually the Basilica di Santa Maria del Fiore. This cathedral is like nothing i have ever seen before. It was officially built in 1436 and is beautiful decorated in white, gold, and teal colors. Many churches in Europe look similar, but this is unique and in a league of its own. Today it remains one of Italy's biggest churches and the dome is the biggest brick dome to ever be constructed!
While we were there Kenny and Meg were sucked in by a caricature artist.
After taking in the Dumo we headed for the Academia, home to the Statue of David. While waiting outside in line, this adorable old man was playing the accordion (at least I think that's an accordion...). He was so happy and you could tell he did not do it for the money but just genuinely enjoyed playing. He even played Somewhere Over the Rainbow. I loved him.
After a thirty minute wait, we made it into the Academia. Thankfully unlike the Louvre, this museum was very relaxed and it was easy to see and enjoy everything. I was surprised at how huge this statue was (insert any and all inappropriate jokes here). No but really, the statue is 17 feet tall and is considered one of Michelangelo's greatest masterpieces. It's not difficult to see why, especially when you see it in person. It became to stand for the civil liberties of the Republic of Florence and was a warning to Rome when much of Italy was independent city states.
This beauty was taken from a monastery in Florence:
After the Accademia we took in the sights of Firenze. I could never tire of this beautiful city.
The last day in Florence, I flew solo. The other three who went with me went hiking. Now while I love hiking, my hips were hurting me like crazy so I decided to skip out and hit up the Uffizi Gallery, among other things.
Here were some of the things I enjoyed the most at the museum:
Antonio del Pollaiolo's depiction of the Labours of Hercules, one of my favorite Greek myths.
Oh my damn. Finally saw this masterpiece. Sandro Botticelli's Birth of Venus is something everyone should see in their lifetime.
Another must see by Sandro Botticelli: La Primavera
This beautiful room is the Tribuna of the Uffizi, designed by Bernardo Buontalenti for Francesco I de' Medici, the Grand Duke of Tuscany.
Sleeping Ariadne:
Oh you know, just a painting done by the one and only Michelangelo.
A centaur:
Medusa by Caravaggio. Another one of my favorite Greek myths.
After walking around the museum for a couple hours I walked around to some of the Piazzas. All by myself no less! I didn't even get lost! It was remarkable to see such a lovely place.
A street performer:
Before I knew it, it was time to return back to Budapest. My Italia vacation was something out of a fairytale. I really would not have been able to enjoy it without help from Mom and Andy. I'm so grateful and fortunate they were able to help me, and I could enjoy such a lovely place (and still have enough money to eat when I got back to Budapest). A million thanks to you, Mom and Andy.
It's not difficult to see why Florence was one of my favorite cities. Such a beautiful place. If you go to Italy, be sure to go to Florence. You would not be disappointed. The food is great, the sights beautiful, and the people are lovely. I especially enjoyed walking around the city by myself for the day. Not that I don't love the people I was with, but it was such a liberating experience. Try traveling by yourself one time! Now that I've made my way around Florence by myself, I know I could do it anywhere.
Moral of the story: go to Italy. Go travel. Go enjoy the world. Italy was a remarkable place and you should all add it to your bucket lists. If you read this entire post, you deserve a reward. There was lots of share and lots to talk about. Thanks to those who stuck with it!
xoxo, Taylor.