Saturday my first roommate arrived. Her name is Lindsay, and her 21st birthday was Sunday. In honor of her birth (and because we really wanted to go shopping) we hopped on a train to Florence Sunday afternoon in hopes of finding the rumored 3-story H&M there.
The train ride was timed perfectly at sunset, and the countryside left me in a Tuscan daze.
These photos do not do it justice.
We got to Florence and took a cab straight to the store, since it closes early on Sunday. It was a madhouse thanks to Saldi. I'll explain Saldi in the next post. After shopping ourselves out at H&M and Zara, we were starving. However, everything in Italy closes by about 8 pm in Italy. Usually in the big cities places will stay open longer, but like I said, it was Sunday.
In our search for dinner, we stumbled upon a wonderful window display. I took my picture in front of it.
I think you know why.
I think you know why.
Finally, freezing and frightfully hungry, we found a pizzeria that was just about to close. The only things they had left were a calzone and a small, square pizza slice. The owner threw in both for only 2 euro, and we enjoyed a much-needed meal.
We caught a taxi back to the train station because we couldn't stand the cold any longer. Also, we wanted to be safe, and two girls alone at night in a big city didn't seem like a wise decision. Anyway, we bought our train tickets easily enough, but the train didn't show up when it was supposed to. There wasn't even a track number, so we stood there in the cold, waiting. About ten minutes after we were supposed to have left, a guy who was trying to catch the same train suddenly turned towards us and shouted "Sixteen!" and took off running. Lindsay and I looked up at the Departures screen. Looked at each other. "Sixteen? Sixteen!" And we took off as well.
What a great first in Firenze.
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