I am back in Florence after 3 days of solitude and silence up in the Tuscan hills. Thomas, the proprietor of Santa Maria in Ferrano, drives me to the train station in Florence, and from there I walk to hotel Scoti. This time is different from Thursday, I walked to the hotel then as well, to be sure to find it, but then without my missing suitcase. Now I am happy, filled with thanks for the heavy load I am dragging - in it I have light summer clothes (and tons of books). The air up in the mountains was cold, I was freezing before my suitcase finally arrived on Saturday around noon and now, walking through the narrow streets of Firenze, I am dressed in jeans and a warm jacket. Oh my, Firenze is hot. It feels like a Norwegian sunmmer.
In the hotel (hotel Scoti is worth its own blogpost......later) I take a shower and dress in some light clothes, I pack a shoulder bag and I am ready for the city.
Hours, many hours later, with a basket full of stories to tell, I realize I haven't eaten in ages. My feet are hurting, and though it is a bit early for dinner, I decide to find a place to sit down for a pizza or something, and then make it an early night.
I look into several, actually quite alot of restaurants, but none of them feels right. Eventually I find myself at Piazza della Repubblica. The restaurants on one side of the pizza are extremely expensive, but before giving up I walk over to the other side. There are several restaurants there as well, much cheaper. I decide on the one I find most charming and head for a table close to the piazza.
Even before I sit down, a beautiful woman is coming over from the neighbour yable. "Are you Britt? I am Jane, a reader of your blog!"
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Oh yes, Italy never stops to surprise me.......
......to be continued
