The Danger of Fast, Budget Travel

Going to Italy was something I’d never really considered. I guess it seemed like a place I’d have to visit someday, so I assumed it would happen of its own accord and without too much help. That’s pretty much how it happened. However, due to time constraints and the distance of travel required, it would be a tight fit.

The first night in Florence was enough to get some pizza and water, after about four train rides through Alsace, beautiful Switzerland, and then through the pitch black Italian scenery. We needed our rest for the first day out on the town. Luckily, our exceedingly helpful hostel owner had circled everything we could conceivably see in Florence in one day. There were circles everywhere, and a few dots for the restaurants based on a price range we had outlined in a roundabout fashion.

Obviously, with one day, we saw the outsides of a whole lot of things, but I wish I’d been able to go inside a few of the museums. Also, I wish I’d remember what I’d seen, other than the Duomo. Ahh, the little regrets that will pull a person back to a city. That little taste of Firenze has succeeded in forcing me to desire another trip to Italy. At least a month, I feel, with enough time to see and enjoy, and to eat as much pasta as possible.