florence

My final day of manual labour was yesterday. Today begins the brief part of my vacation that is actually vacation time.

I'm sharing a room with two Turkish girls who are very understanding and help talk me through justifying buying a dress even though everything here is ridiculously overpriced. You need to wear clothes, it's just like breathing, it's a necessary part of life.

Everything is just so beautiful. Europeans. They just make everything good. We have Mount Royal park, I've been to Central Park oh but Florence has the Boboli Gardens and YEAH OKAY WE GET IT EUROPE, you're fantastic and historic and beautiful, way to go.

I had originally planned to nonchalantly follow around tour groups at an inconspicious distance however technology has once again outsmarted us. They all wear little ear devices and the leader speaks quietly into some sort of magicphone that only THEY can hear.

Even though I refuse to ask for directions and ensure that I take out my camera only when nobody is looking, I still am somehow immediately recognized as a tourist by the extremely vocal locals. Thanks to my blonde hair and my new sunburn, they all call me "California."