F is for Firenze! 041622
Welcome to the sixth installment of (missing) travel adventures in Morning After Thoughts. What's on your mind this morning? Here we go, Day 50!
I’ve only been to Florence once in my life (so far), but it does hold some stand-up memories. I was 15, and with an organized high school tour group that led us through Italy and France. I loved the art, it’s everywhere! And yes, this would include a lot of cathedrals. I wrote in my journal at the time, “Kinda sick of all the churches.” I also recall The David at Accademia Gallery having a particularly smaller penis than I imagined, especially with that body on him.
Florence is the one city I have been pickpocketed in. It was by a scheming six-year-old girl. If my memory serves me right, she tried to get through the whole lot of us, and one of our chaperones kicked her in the leg…
Behavioral standards are a bit different in Florence than they are in other parts of Europe. I have recollections of a discotheque letting in underage girls in tube tops, and much, much older men hitting on us. Yup, that definitely happened. Looking back on this trip today, I do wonder what it was like for my classmates who were not able to participate in the adventure. In a class of 32, there were only a few left behind in the sleepy town of Hadley, Massachusetts, and I imagine when we came back with all our stories, it couldn’t have been much fun for them. Maybe I care too much at this point in my life?
From sex and family drama to work woes and hangovers, what's on your mind today? Welcome to a space to reflect light on three things, and please share if you're comfortable doing so.
Engaging piece as your photographic memory kicks in. And, your thoughtfulness toward others shines through about the kids left behind.
That was quite the adventurous trip.
I love your empathy for the handful of kids who couldn't travel with your class, for whatever reasons. For me, who graduated from a high school class nearly 20 times the size of yours, it's a particularly interesting perspective. Nice reflections on Florence, which was one of my mother's favorite cities. I remember liking it a lot, too, though I was only 10 when I was there. But I sure remember the Duomo and the David. Very nice, and intriguing, Morning After Thoughts today!