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GYPSY: (noun) One inclined to a nomadic, unconventional way of life. The first time I traveled alone I was 4. My mom pinned a note to my dress then put me on a plane from Atlanta to L.A. to visit my dad for the summer. That must have marked the beginning of my insatiable wanderlust because I can't seem to get enough of running away from home. In the mean time, I've spent my life between a career in the media and years in the hospitality industry. My independence has kept me single but that's a part of life when your first love is travel. I've been robbed in Australia and slept on a park bench in Amsterdam, but at the end of the day, I was on the road and that's where I'm most at home.

Thursday, October 12, 2006

Firenze




Ciao ragazzi! Here in Florence, the capital of Tuscany and in true form, it is stunning. The main Duomo is just a work of art, it looks like it is made of candy. It's a lot smaller than I thought it would be and walking around is quite easy. I am staying in a hostel at the North end of town called "Sette Santi" or, "seven saints" and it is in an old monestary, so I am in dorm rooms where nuns and priests used to sleep! Not the hottest accomodations I have ever had, but much better than the campground/Busabout accomo's. Icky.

Pretty much have seen the whole city now, the statue of David is insane! Jeez, again that Michelangelo! Such attention to detail, I guess he used to cut up dead bodies to study them for his sculptures.

Food here is wonderful, last night I had a tortellini al brodo soup with Chianti. Yum. Not too expensive either. However, there is a cafe by the Academia Museum that is so rank. Flat beer and microwave pissa. STAY AWAY! The worst part was the £11 I forked out. I spent less most days in ROME! Finished my book, "The Other Side of the Story" by Marion Keyes, get it! Today just going to chill and hang out with my dorm mate, James, an Aussie kid...some kind of footy player back home and taking a year off to travel, god love him. I remember the first Aussie James I met in 1998...he inspired me to travel and now I am doing it! Here's to you James Rosenwax! (In fairness, he turned out to be a right jerk, but nonetheless!)

Not much else to report. I do love that I can get beer out of the vending machine for £2. Saves heaps! Off to Cinque Terre tomorrow and then to Nice. Gonna he weird to be in Prague again. Can't wait! Oh, and happy birthday Heather Peterson! You have officially joined the ranks! xoxoxox CIAO!

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