Piazzale Michelangelo

Sunday I woke up late and headed across the Arno river to Piazzale Michelangelo with Lorenzo; this piazza overlooks the city of Florence and has a bronze copy of Michelangelo's David. It was an absolutely beautiful so the panoramic view of the city was breath-taking.

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Bronze copy of David

S. Maria del Fiore and Santa Croce

After the taxing sightseeing experience, we got some pizza and then a nutella and marscarpone crepe...DELICIOUS, HEAVENLY, DELECTABLE, SCRUMPTIOUS, ETC ETC. I hit up some shops and window-shopped for a bit before heading home for dinner.

Now, everyone knows how much I hate football (go ravens?), but I decided to go out and watch the game at a restaurant with Catie and Lorenzo anyway. In all honestly, I was only going for Beyonce's half-time show... and it was FABULOUS. I was already expecting a Destiny's Child reunion, but it was still spectacular. I went home after that, considering that it was already 2:30am and I had class at 9!

Since this is a really short post, I'm going to talk about some of the Italian/Florentine culture differences that I've noticed in the month I've been here. Everyone told me that Italians are crazy drivers, but I didn't expect it would be this awful! In my first 2 days, I was almost hit by 20 vespas, 82 bikers, and probably 392 buses... something I'm sure my parents don't want to hear! People don't really stop for red lights; it's not a stop sign here, it's more of a "watch out there may be people in your way" sign... which can be really irritating and incredibly dangerous in the tiny, cramped streets of Florence! Thankfully, I'd always been taught to walk across streets carefully, but drivers are still absolutely ridiculous. Another crazy thing is parking... If I have to walk AROUND ONE MORE CAR PARKED ON A PEDESTRIAN CROSSWALK................. there are just no rules here, and if there are, I don't think anyone knows about them! Anyway, enough of my rant, here's a picture of an SUV parked EXACTLY in the middle of a crosswalk.

che cazzo fa?