There’s this scene in Eat, Pray, Love that has always resonated with me. I used to have this appetite for food, for my life, and now it’s just gone. I want to go some place where I can marvel at something. Language. Gelato. Spaghetti. Something. And then she books a flight to Florence and begins Read more
I remember our last (and first) visit to Florence vividly. Granted, it was only a year ago, but I remember it as if it were yesterday. I remember entering through the Palazzo Panciatichi and wondering to myself what was so special about Florence that everyone I know who has visited waxed poetic about it. I Read more
Everyone I know who has ever visited Florence is obsessed with Florence. When I’d bring up visiting Italy, their eyes would light up and they’d wax poetic about the art and the history and shopping. And the food, oh the food. The best, they’d say. There were lofty expectations in place for Florence long before Read more
