I am finally moved into my apartment. It feels like I have been here for forever just because of how crazy things got. Things are supposed to calm down a lot after the next week, but for now free time is a luxury, when I find it I do the healthiest thing possible. Nothing. My first sight of freedom was last night, my first night in Firenze, I had been running around moving everyone in and had a light lunch and no dinner. I figured I just would get a light fare and then if there was leftovers I would reheat them for breakfast. I walked around for a bit just to remind myself of where everything is. Some stuff I remembered, others looked completely new(although I am sure that 400 year old buildings are put up all the time). I wandered around for a bit before I ended up in Piazza Signoria and stopped. The night was dark, it was probably around 9:30, and I decided that I wasn't going any further. I could have bought a cheap sandwich anywhere, but I just wasn't in the mood to do the whole grab-and-go thing. So I sat down at the most obvious tourist trap that looked right out at the Palazzo Vecchio with full intentions of ordering dinner. As soon as I saw the menu I knew that wasn't happening. It was in Italian with not only English subtitles but pictures. PICTURES. Yeah. I felt ridiculous sitting there, I knew I was better than that. I felt bad leaving after I sat down, and I was so tired I dont know if I actually had it in me to move anytime soon so I decided to just enjoy a glass of wine. It was obnoxiously expensive, but that wasn't the point. I spent two and a half hours drinking my one glass of wine just sitting staring out at the families bustling around, making friends with the waiters, and just decompressing. It was exactly what I needed. The view was beautiful, it really reminded me of what I missed about Florence. My free time and meals are appreciated more when the world is quiet and I just get to sit and enjoy my surroundings.
On of the places we went on Saturday was Lake Bolsenia, a large lake made from the eruption of a volcano many hundreds of years ago. It was deliciously scrumptious swimming in a warm clear lake next to the ruins of an old temple. I don't know how anyone ever left that place. I would love to go back by myself and just swim for hours, I felt like I was transported to another time. It was the swim you always dream of, the sun was hot, the air was warm across my back. The water was cool but not freezing and it was blue. The kind of blue that are in those pamphlets in hotels and being marketed as paradise. Not dark and murky but almost cyan and it seemed to go on for forever. I was one of the last to get out, I just couldn't break myself away. It was a tragedy to sail away. It felt fantastic.
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