It's majestic. Just gorgeous. Stupendous. Lovely. Breath taking. A dreamland. That isn't even enough. My vocabulary is not large enough to describe how wonderful this place is. I have been roaming the streets for several days now and I have yet to see anything that I do not like. There is a main road that I use to get to school and even though I have been up and down it 15+ times, I am still seeing something new each time.
I keep telling people that I am so surprised how beautiful the architecture is from the outside alone. OH and when it is wet.. wow. The light hits the stones and they glisten and shine telling me a story of their history and strength. I can't help but stop and stare in aw. There is no other place in the world like Firenze.
Oh and the food.. mmm! Everything tastes so fresh. We went to a restaurant for our welcome dinner and had the big shabang. All courses! Nothing was bad... These people made chicken liver taste good.. bleh!
I spoke to a local man earlier and he asked where my friend and I were from, so I told him California, and he replied saying that California is a beautiful place. I couldn't help but respond that this place was nicer despite the constant clouds and rain since we arrived. He said that after 20-30 years a building as grand as the Duomo starts to look like just a regular building to him. I figure he is probably right. But there is something mysterious and romantic about seeing these old places, knowing that hundreds of thousands of people have walked these streets having lived and died with Firenze being their home. One of the AIFS worked told us that some of the apartments that we are living in are older than the United States.. and she is right! How many families lived in my little apartment? How many people had to share my room. How many people loved, laughed, cried, screamed, and stood in this very room of mine? There is so much history to just this one little corner of Florence and I am only part of its life for 3 months. But that is thrilling! I get to be a piece of Florence and it will be a piece of me.
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